12-08-2018, 08:40 AM
Leilan
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
It has continued to surprise him how many non-icy, non-wintery horses managed to think that coming here would be good for them. Jesper had come to meet him, and found an arctic fox in his veins, so that seems logical. Breckin was only here for the girls, but would favour Nerine again soon. Castile perhaps had been looking for some solitude. Himself, well, he was half made of ice, both outside (since his trek to the mountain, the heart-shaped lake, and back) and inside due to his own wintery magic. Any others... well, they would continue to be a surprise.
His own gold, whitish, and brown of course, was a mixture of warm and cold colours. A bit like the mare approaching somewhere in the corner of his extended draconic vision - gold and white. But she didn't seem to notice him, and in fact, as long as she didn't look threatening, he wouldn't have minded her simply passing by.
He wouldn't have, because this was a free land (unfortunately, there were still no conclusions on who'd defend it) - but she brings something that his core is desperate to investigate.
Cold, wintery wind passes where she goes. Even if on this Isle it wouldn't usually have gone noticed - but she brings about a change on the nearby trees as well, even in early summer. Not that it could be called summer out here, but there was a relative warmth to the air in comparison to the near-constant frostbite in winter.
He looks, then makes a decision. This might be an interesting meeting, so he simply wants to know. Where'd she come from? What's her purpose, or would she simply not survive extensive heat, like he himself preferred to stay where it was cold since getting the dragon magic?
One head-toss is enough to make sure he isn't being followed; then, it's with a quick trot that he follows. She seems to want to disappear, but she's not exactly doing a great job at it, leaving such a wintery trail. Cold ground crunches beneath his relatively heavy hooves, half-frozen spots or snow covering it sometimes. But he's not trying to be silent; he'd rather have her notice him being curious than surprising and scaring the mare.
His own gold, whitish, and brown of course, was a mixture of warm and cold colours. A bit like the mare approaching somewhere in the corner of his extended draconic vision - gold and white. But she didn't seem to notice him, and in fact, as long as she didn't look threatening, he wouldn't have minded her simply passing by.
He wouldn't have, because this was a free land (unfortunately, there were still no conclusions on who'd defend it) - but she brings something that his core is desperate to investigate.
Cold, wintery wind passes where she goes. Even if on this Isle it wouldn't usually have gone noticed - but she brings about a change on the nearby trees as well, even in early summer. Not that it could be called summer out here, but there was a relative warmth to the air in comparison to the near-constant frostbite in winter.
He looks, then makes a decision. This might be an interesting meeting, so he simply wants to know. Where'd she come from? What's her purpose, or would she simply not survive extensive heat, like he himself preferred to stay where it was cold since getting the dragon magic?
One head-toss is enough to make sure he isn't being followed; then, it's with a quick trot that he follows. She seems to want to disappear, but she's not exactly doing a great job at it, leaving such a wintery trail. Cold ground crunches beneath his relatively heavy hooves, half-frozen spots or snow covering it sometimes. But he's not trying to be silent; he'd rather have her notice him being curious than surprising and scaring the mare.
you set my soul alight
@[Kora]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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