Tarian - raised to always keep his wits (and wings) about him - used both to find out about Loess. It didn't take the pale pegasus long to hear the murmurs of the other travelers, of other horses who kept company in the Common Lands in this place called Beqanna to mention a kingdom that rolled towards the sea. A land that leaned towards peace, that was full of the worldly and diplomatic. Tarian - a once heir - had been raised with court etiquette and manners (even if he practiced them little these days) and so the gray stallion had taken to the skies towards the South.
A soldier can only go so long without a cause and Tarian - named and raised as a Shield - had no desire to remain without one.
What he observes from above is something that he can glean for himself. He doesn't need the wandering gossip of land-dwellers to reach him up here. His blue eyes watch as the land - ancient, imperial canyons and carved sandstone formations capturing his attention - changes below him. Having left the Meadow in the early morning, the sun has reached its highest point and is already moving towards the West by the time that Tarian reaches the center of Loess.
He maneuvers around in one large (obvious) circle before making a small, tighter one and spiraling down. It feels like a bold gesture and Tarian inwardly chides to himself that this was the kind of reckless stunt his audacious twin, Liam, would approve of. That in his desire to observe, he might be perceived as someone who disregarded rules and laws of the land. The pale stallion lands on a flat surface of red sandstone with the walls of this particular canyon rising to meet his bright (and somewhat curious) gaze with red dust dispersing around him. Protocol demanded that he wait at the kingdom borders to be greeted by a member to lead him to what he is already thirsty for; the scent of clean water wafts on the wind that he has just soared in on and leaves the back of his throat dry.
The silver stallion has always had a hard time taking orders but he can (and had). Lifting his head and folding his now dust-covered wings close to his gray sides, he gusts a loud snort while he waits. He kicks a stone and it rings throughout the ravine, echoing his arrival to any passerby.
A soldier can only go so long without a cause and Tarian - named and raised as a Shield - had no desire to remain without one.
What he observes from above is something that he can glean for himself. He doesn't need the wandering gossip of land-dwellers to reach him up here. His blue eyes watch as the land - ancient, imperial canyons and carved sandstone formations capturing his attention - changes below him. Having left the Meadow in the early morning, the sun has reached its highest point and is already moving towards the West by the time that Tarian reaches the center of Loess.
He maneuvers around in one large (obvious) circle before making a small, tighter one and spiraling down. It feels like a bold gesture and Tarian inwardly chides to himself that this was the kind of reckless stunt his audacious twin, Liam, would approve of. That in his desire to observe, he might be perceived as someone who disregarded rules and laws of the land. The pale stallion lands on a flat surface of red sandstone with the walls of this particular canyon rising to meet his bright (and somewhat curious) gaze with red dust dispersing around him. Protocol demanded that he wait at the kingdom borders to be greeted by a member to lead him to what he is already thirsty for; the scent of clean water wafts on the wind that he has just soared in on and leaves the back of his throat dry.
The silver stallion has always had a hard time taking orders but he can (and had). Lifting his head and folding his now dust-covered wings close to his gray sides, he gusts a loud snort while he waits. He kicks a stone and it rings throughout the ravine, echoing his arrival to any passerby.
TARIAN