09-23-2018, 07:38 AM
It doesn't take long for Surgery to realize he's not alone.
The trill of the birds around him has him temporarily distracted, watching the way they flit about. He's always been fascinated by their wings, by the way they naturally fly from one place to the other. Not in the unnatural way horses do it, with those too-large wings plastered to their side. The look of it disgusts him, the very thought of the magic coursing through their veins enough to turn him off to the very thought of a conversation. He bypasses these horses in the Forest, avoiding their unique appearances as the abominations they truly are. He doesn't understand why they would choose to be such degenerates when they could give up their ugly traits to the Mountain. He would do it if he had any, fortunately Surgery is just as average and normal and magic-less as the day he was born.
Fortunately, so is the mare who stands a few feet from him.
Normally he is not particularly friendly, not in the outgoing way where he'd just introduce himself to a random creature and strike up a conversation. But he's friendly enough, enough to issue a low whinny to announce himself before trotting over the few paces to meet her.
"Hello there," he says, happy to see she doesn't have any of the signs of magic.
The trill of the birds around him has him temporarily distracted, watching the way they flit about. He's always been fascinated by their wings, by the way they naturally fly from one place to the other. Not in the unnatural way horses do it, with those too-large wings plastered to their side. The look of it disgusts him, the very thought of the magic coursing through their veins enough to turn him off to the very thought of a conversation. He bypasses these horses in the Forest, avoiding their unique appearances as the abominations they truly are. He doesn't understand why they would choose to be such degenerates when they could give up their ugly traits to the Mountain. He would do it if he had any, fortunately Surgery is just as average and normal and magic-less as the day he was born.
Fortunately, so is the mare who stands a few feet from him.
Normally he is not particularly friendly, not in the outgoing way where he'd just introduce himself to a random creature and strike up a conversation. But he's friendly enough, enough to issue a low whinny to announce himself before trotting over the few paces to meet her.
"Hello there," he says, happy to see she doesn't have any of the signs of magic.