T O I V O
There is lightness in the steps of a Tephran kid - carefree as far as he can, being away from Isilya and his home for some time. However, he feels quite up for the challenge; he loves being around people, he loves socializing, and most of all he loves helping. He might be an all-rounder as far as the more common Beqannan 'jobs' go, but he certainly loves this part.
The Field.
It's with a few tentative steps that the young male enters the grassland, just because it's his first time here. He soon enough remembers why he comes, though; as he passes by groups, less obviously approaching them perhaps than the sabino mare just earlier, he disregards them just as easily, almost similarly.
It is the two mares by the water, both winged, that he feels more safe approaching. It's not that he's too young - heck, he's an adult now - but it still feels safer to approach two mares than a whole group, for a first time.
He knows how to hide his unease with a smile and a joyful step; he has missed a mother - and a father for that matter - for most of his life, but he's found a pretty good surrogate for a sister of sorts, and he can't complain. He will never complain around her; so it is with practised ease that he sets aside any negative emotion to display an easy smile.
His wings don't need to be tucked to his side, and yet he still does. Not because he's born with the sense of tucking them away, for he never knew anything else, but because he has learned from the other foals that it's not generally appreciated if you come at someone with as bright a light as his can be.
The young adult nods his light-coloured head and his amber eyes shine bright at the idea of meeting two new horses in one go. "Good day, miss, and miss! I'm Toivo, out of Tephra," he greets them. "Can I help with anything?" he wonders, seeing as he just picked up on the dun mare's last words.
The Field.
It's with a few tentative steps that the young male enters the grassland, just because it's his first time here. He soon enough remembers why he comes, though; as he passes by groups, less obviously approaching them perhaps than the sabino mare just earlier, he disregards them just as easily, almost similarly.
It is the two mares by the water, both winged, that he feels more safe approaching. It's not that he's too young - heck, he's an adult now - but it still feels safer to approach two mares than a whole group, for a first time.
He knows how to hide his unease with a smile and a joyful step; he has missed a mother - and a father for that matter - for most of his life, but he's found a pretty good surrogate for a sister of sorts, and he can't complain. He will never complain around her; so it is with practised ease that he sets aside any negative emotion to display an easy smile.
His wings don't need to be tucked to his side, and yet he still does. Not because he's born with the sense of tucking them away, for he never knew anything else, but because he has learned from the other foals that it's not generally appreciated if you come at someone with as bright a light as his can be.
The young adult nods his light-coloured head and his amber eyes shine bright at the idea of meeting two new horses in one go. "Good day, miss, and miss! I'm Toivo, out of Tephra," he greets them. "Can I help with anything?" he wonders, seeing as he just picked up on the dun mare's last words.
Turn your face towards the sun, let the shadows fall behind
@[Lepis] @[Larentia]