06-16-2019, 02:59 PM
The sound of a moving body draws the stallion’s attention, and Pteron raises his invisible head toward the noise, his ears swiveling and nostrils flaring wide. It’s a mare, small and golden, and for the briefest moment he thinks it might be his mother. But no, this mare’s points are black instead of navy and her sides are bare and wingless. She has not seen him – of course she hasn’t – and she pauses beside the pale white stone just as Pteron drops most his cloak of invisibility.
He keeps some of it, a trick he had perfected with Ori, and the blue and gold wings along his side are hidden entirely. He looks like a normal horse save his unique coloring, and he smiles at the stranger without hesitation. Its a bright and handsome smile (or so he’s been told), and fitting for a strapping young warrior who has been training in the art of diplomacy. The mare comes closer, and Pteron’s nose tells him she lives here in these woods, or at least has been here some time, for she smells of the coniferous forest and the sea-swept fog that surrounds the sunny meadow.
“I’m Pteron,” he replies, “I’m...”
But then he trails off, and the reason is obvious.
The stone she stands beside has become suddenly not a stone. It has collapsed into a pile of pebbles, one that Pteron takes a curious step closer to investigate, and then a hurried step back when the pebbles begin to shift. The young man’s olive eyes widen as the bits of rock begin to take shape before his eyes, shaping themselves in the figure of a horse. The horse is alive, it seems, more alive than the stone had been at least. It shakes its head and then spots appear on its pale hide, and Pteron tear his eyes away for just a moment to look at Izora Lethia.
“Did you do that?” Pteron asks the mare beside him, his tone both awed and wary. “Can you turn stone into flesh?” The dun pegasus has heard of many sorts of magics, but this is not one he knows of, and certainly not one that he has seen before.
@[Izora Lethia] @[Aodhan]
He keeps some of it, a trick he had perfected with Ori, and the blue and gold wings along his side are hidden entirely. He looks like a normal horse save his unique coloring, and he smiles at the stranger without hesitation. Its a bright and handsome smile (or so he’s been told), and fitting for a strapping young warrior who has been training in the art of diplomacy. The mare comes closer, and Pteron’s nose tells him she lives here in these woods, or at least has been here some time, for she smells of the coniferous forest and the sea-swept fog that surrounds the sunny meadow.
“I’m Pteron,” he replies, “I’m...”
But then he trails off, and the reason is obvious.
The stone she stands beside has become suddenly not a stone. It has collapsed into a pile of pebbles, one that Pteron takes a curious step closer to investigate, and then a hurried step back when the pebbles begin to shift. The young man’s olive eyes widen as the bits of rock begin to take shape before his eyes, shaping themselves in the figure of a horse. The horse is alive, it seems, more alive than the stone had been at least. It shakes its head and then spots appear on its pale hide, and Pteron tear his eyes away for just a moment to look at Izora Lethia.
“Did you do that?” Pteron asks the mare beside him, his tone both awed and wary. “Can you turn stone into flesh?” The dun pegasus has heard of many sorts of magics, but this is not one he knows of, and certainly not one that he has seen before.
@[Izora Lethia] @[Aodhan]