Vadar
Seven characteristics are in an uncultivated person, and seven in a learned one
Not long ago the silence of winter had stretched throughout more than one season. Spring came and travel cranked to a stand-still. Summer bloomed hot and there was still no sound of hooves, or even animals to pass on your way. What Fear didn’t keep the majority to the safelands killed the rest as a slow-consuming illness. Vadar walks along sturdily through the barren, snow capped forest and remembers it all. He’d contracted the sickness himself and even though he’d been healed twice-over to survive it, the horse couldn’t easily forget.
Maybe that’s why the silence around him doesn’t unnerve him, like it could others. If it did his expression seemed to say otherwise, anyways. His round jaw and furry head bobbed along to the time of his hoofbeats, painted with strange markings that always seemed to give the black stallion a smile.
White grin and silver hair, Vadar was pleasantly making his way through a healthy dusting of snowfall. Aside from the outward shape of his body, the rest of him seemed to blend in well against the backdrop of dark trunks and white powder. All except his eyes, which trailed a faint line of red glow as he crunched along.
A thin flock of blackbirds shook free from a branch and flew off into the sky as he stepped into the clearing where Elaina was. Her sudden appearance, rather that he had come upon her when he hadn’t expected to, stopped Vadar and left him standing there. He breathed in the crisp smell of the air around them, blew out a curling breath, and wondered what she was looking at down there in the dirt.
“What are you looking at in the dirt?” He asked out loud, his dark voice echoing a bit.
@[Elaina]