02-26-2020, 12:50 PM
It's hard to tell if her trick is working, but neither stallion seems to notice her at first. Leilan's eyes sweep over her once, then twice, but there's no way of telling if he has spotted her or is only guessing, and Jesper stands nearby smiling placidly, a willing observer of their game. The roan calls her out, and then he is running, leaving a shower of snow raining down atop her. Beryl sits up in surprise at this tactic, then the Hunter reverts back to the child she truly is and relinquishes her camouflage to chase after with a bright laugh, claws digging into the snow and the cool earth for better traction.
The stallions are faster than her and between them have almost three decades of experience at such maneuvers over her own clumsy few months, but she bounds after them, body curling and extending to its limit until she is exhausted - far more so than they will be - and finally slows to a trot and a halt, tail whipping through the air as the pair run before her and, eventually, circle back. When he is close enough, she winds underneath Leilan, rubbing against his frosty forelegs and pressing her forehead hard against his cheek when he lowers it to greet her.
She turns dark eyes, then, to Jesper, that usual shyness evaporating with the comfort of Leilan's solidity behind her and the heaving of her chest after their run.
"Hello!"
She does not know the purpose of this meeting yet and peers curiously at the stallions as if she could glean meaning from the space between them.
The stallions are faster than her and between them have almost three decades of experience at such maneuvers over her own clumsy few months, but she bounds after them, body curling and extending to its limit until she is exhausted - far more so than they will be - and finally slows to a trot and a halt, tail whipping through the air as the pair run before her and, eventually, circle back. When he is close enough, she winds underneath Leilan, rubbing against his frosty forelegs and pressing her forehead hard against his cheek when he lowers it to greet her.
She turns dark eyes, then, to Jesper, that usual shyness evaporating with the comfort of Leilan's solidity behind her and the heaving of her chest after their run.
"Hello!"
She does not know the purpose of this meeting yet and peers curiously at the stallions as if she could glean meaning from the space between them.
Beryl
Litotes x Mehendi
@[Jesper] @[Leilan]