02-02-2020, 03:14 PM
HALCYON
Since his first visit to the rest of Beqanna, Halcyon has grown bolder in his adventuring. Before, he was confined to the tropical jungle of his homeland. Now though, he knows the path through the sandbars and the shallow waters and reaching the shore of the mainland is no longer a mystery. Having gone invisible to slip beneath his mother’s watchful eye, the young colt has chosen to take extra precautions even when he reaches the Meadow at last. Rather than wear his most comfortable skin, Halcyon is as far from his tiger-self as he can manage this bright summer day. Instead of stripes, he wears a gold coat. It shimmers in the bright sun, as blue as the ocean that surrounds his home. His mane and tail remain black (though he doubts that is their natural color), and a pair of white circles still decorate the back of his slowly-flicking dun ears.
The sound of a voice comes from lower than he expects, and the yearling turns to face the unfamiliar mare. He is not used to being so tall – most horses tower over his tiger height.
She is a stranger, dark-haired with amber eyes not terribly dissimilar from his own. About his mother’s age, he thinks, but so he thinks of anyone that is not his age or younger.
“Hi!” he says, visibly delighted that someone has made the first step in speaking to him. Though he doesn’t do it purposefully, there is a slight spilling over of his own happiness into the air around him. Unaware that he is even projecting, the emotion is weak and easy to miss, or even dismiss as stereotypically contagious happiness from the brightness of the boy’s smile. “I’m Halcyon!”
The sound of a voice comes from lower than he expects, and the yearling turns to face the unfamiliar mare. He is not used to being so tall – most horses tower over his tiger height.
She is a stranger, dark-haired with amber eyes not terribly dissimilar from his own. About his mother’s age, he thinks, but so he thinks of anyone that is not his age or younger.
“Hi!” he says, visibly delighted that someone has made the first step in speaking to him. Though he doesn’t do it purposefully, there is a slight spilling over of his own happiness into the air around him. Unaware that he is even projecting, the emotion is weak and easy to miss, or even dismiss as stereotypically contagious happiness from the brightness of the boy’s smile. “I’m Halcyon!”
shut off your mind and let your heart breathe
@[Titanya]
tiger party?!