03-13-2018, 03:45 PM
the secret of our world is written in the stars
He has no idea what he’s interrupted (something boring, he’s sure, and they should be thankful that he’s there to liven up the party!), and so remains breathless and smiling, his bright blue eyes sliding from each differently colored pairs before resting on Solace’s. She introduces the littlest filly - and though the fact might have shocked or even confused anyone else, it did not with Svedka. She is pushing against him with her soft nose, sniffing at the freshwater that still clings to his coat and the algae that hangs from his tangled mane and tail.
His brows rise amusedly, throwing his chin into his chest with an encouraging nicker. “A sister!” he declares, lowering his head to look at Wishbone at her own eye level, then turning his head so that they are nearly nose to nose. “Yes yes,” he murmurs to himself, “it’s definitely there, I can see it.” He’s grinning at the bay filly, and Solace’s attention is now on the one that is obviously the mother. Svedka still is drawn to the unfamiliar woman that smells strictly of Hyaline - there is no familiar ash or salt on her skin from Tephra - but he is too engrossed in his new family member to interrupt yet again so that she would give him her name. He makes a note to find her later, especially when she quietly excuses herself from Solace, a glimmer in his eye at the title of Queen. It suits her incredibly, but he cannot help but remember playing as children at the base of the volcano, when Solace pretended to be queen.
It really has been so long ago.
Svedka noses at Wishbone’s short and cropped mane, enjoying the familiar scent of ash and smoke that lingers there. “You smell good too!” he replies with a soft snort, “Have you climbed the volcano yet?” His gaze flickers to Solace with a gleam in his eye, remembering the time they tried to trek to the top themselves. He’s forgotten his manners, and when he looks at Solace he suddenly remembers. “I’m Svedka,” he says, introducing himself to both Wound and Wishbone.
His brows rise amusedly, throwing his chin into his chest with an encouraging nicker. “A sister!” he declares, lowering his head to look at Wishbone at her own eye level, then turning his head so that they are nearly nose to nose. “Yes yes,” he murmurs to himself, “it’s definitely there, I can see it.” He’s grinning at the bay filly, and Solace’s attention is now on the one that is obviously the mother. Svedka still is drawn to the unfamiliar woman that smells strictly of Hyaline - there is no familiar ash or salt on her skin from Tephra - but he is too engrossed in his new family member to interrupt yet again so that she would give him her name. He makes a note to find her later, especially when she quietly excuses herself from Solace, a glimmer in his eye at the title of Queen. It suits her incredibly, but he cannot help but remember playing as children at the base of the volcano, when Solace pretended to be queen.
It really has been so long ago.
Svedka noses at Wishbone’s short and cropped mane, enjoying the familiar scent of ash and smoke that lingers there. “You smell good too!” he replies with a soft snort, “Have you climbed the volcano yet?” His gaze flickers to Solace with a gleam in his eye, remembering the time they tried to trek to the top themselves. He’s forgotten his manners, and when he looks at Solace he suddenly remembers. “I’m Svedka,” he says, introducing himself to both Wound and Wishbone.
(be my escape)
Svedka
@[wound] @[Solace]