03-17-2018, 02:59 PM
Keeping up with steady pace Brennen has set, she picks her way carefully along the path; trying to be mindful of where she steps as she takes in everything that they pass. Hell, the horses are magical here, who know what other surprises this land may hold? Until now she never could have imagined such a place existed. Even with the constant travelling in her past, it’s very possible that she just tuned out the rest of the world. After all, once you’ve seen one ordinary herd of equines you’ve pretty much seen them all. That was of course, until she landed in Beqanna. In her short life she never would have been able to predict that she would have been greeted by the winged stallion she walks alongside now. Truly it was amazing just how much her eyes were beginning to open.
A pale ear flickers on its own accord; adjusting to better grasp the sounds of boisterous chatter happening somewhere above them. As Brennen pauses to look upward, she follows his line of vision to a flock of colorful birds bouncing around between the branches. They seem very interested in the bay stag. She holds the parrots in her gaze a moment longer before they fall back down to Brennen and she realizes that he is smiling as he watches them. The corner of her lips tug upward; he seems happy, and for some reason that is making her feel a stir of happiness as well.
But her smile falls back to a neutral plane just as quickly as it appeared when he begins to answer her question; her eyes drawn again to the large wings that he moves as he speaks. The spotted mare nods in understanding at his response, satisfied with the reply until he mentions the fae. One question answered, and another surfaces in its wake.
However she doesn’t have a chance to ask about the fae, for between the slight hesitation and quick blink of the eyes her attention drifts to the bits of white that seem to appear out of nowhere. She stiffens, immediately unsure of how to respond to whatever it is. Before she can react, she watches as the particles float lazily to the ground beneath them, disappearing at the contact. Just as one lands on the end of her muzzle, her eyes constrict as they nearly cross, but she is pleased to feel the lingering coolness of the particles as it melts to water on her coat. Snowflakes she realizes. Quickly she glances at Brennen to see if he had been affected by the odd weather too, but she is surprised to see a glint of something within his eyes. Confusion settles upon her face beforeshe can understand what exactly that glint was and after a moment the confusion gives way to understanding that the snow must have coalesced due to his whim. She watches, mesmerized then not at the snow itself, but at the simple fact that Brennen had influenced the weather. And just as the last flake drops to the ground, her lips pull upward into a smile, even giving way to an easy, lighthearted laugh. Whatever reservations she had, seemed to be melting away with the last bit of snow.
Still with a small smile, she looks back to him, “Brennen, you have showed me some magical and beautiful things. And for that I am appreciative.” Her smile falters a bit then, “I am young, but know the basics of how the world works and I wouldn’t think Beqanna would be different, but maybe I am wrong. For all the good and light there is, there is usually darkness that follows. I am curious to know if there is darkness in Beqanna.
A pale ear flickers on its own accord; adjusting to better grasp the sounds of boisterous chatter happening somewhere above them. As Brennen pauses to look upward, she follows his line of vision to a flock of colorful birds bouncing around between the branches. They seem very interested in the bay stag. She holds the parrots in her gaze a moment longer before they fall back down to Brennen and she realizes that he is smiling as he watches them. The corner of her lips tug upward; he seems happy, and for some reason that is making her feel a stir of happiness as well.
But her smile falls back to a neutral plane just as quickly as it appeared when he begins to answer her question; her eyes drawn again to the large wings that he moves as he speaks. The spotted mare nods in understanding at his response, satisfied with the reply until he mentions the fae. One question answered, and another surfaces in its wake.
However she doesn’t have a chance to ask about the fae, for between the slight hesitation and quick blink of the eyes her attention drifts to the bits of white that seem to appear out of nowhere. She stiffens, immediately unsure of how to respond to whatever it is. Before she can react, she watches as the particles float lazily to the ground beneath them, disappearing at the contact. Just as one lands on the end of her muzzle, her eyes constrict as they nearly cross, but she is pleased to feel the lingering coolness of the particles as it melts to water on her coat. Snowflakes she realizes. Quickly she glances at Brennen to see if he had been affected by the odd weather too, but she is surprised to see a glint of something within his eyes. Confusion settles upon her face beforeshe can understand what exactly that glint was and after a moment the confusion gives way to understanding that the snow must have coalesced due to his whim. She watches, mesmerized then not at the snow itself, but at the simple fact that Brennen had influenced the weather. And just as the last flake drops to the ground, her lips pull upward into a smile, even giving way to an easy, lighthearted laugh. Whatever reservations she had, seemed to be melting away with the last bit of snow.
Still with a small smile, she looks back to him, “Brennen, you have showed me some magical and beautiful things. And for that I am appreciative.” Her smile falters a bit then, “I am young, but know the basics of how the world works and I wouldn’t think Beqanna would be different, but maybe I am wrong. For all the good and light there is, there is usually darkness that follows. I am curious to know if there is darkness in Beqanna.