09-03-2020, 03:19 PM
Yanhua
Shaking off the morning cold, Yanhua did his best to keep a steady pace as he tromped along the roadway north. Thousands of horses had passed this way, leaving a wide path that could easily fit three or four of their species across in width, and on a less discernible note they’d also left a trail of memories for the goat-horned stallion to sense as he stomped along. His breath curled up from his nostrils and frost hung down on his chin full of beard, but Yan could sense a warmth from so many memories of merry journeying that he hardly felt the snap of cold from the very real (and very present) oncoming winter.
Happy to be heading north for Leilan’s coronation, Yanhua’s good humor lasted as he picked up a steady trot and continued up the trailway and into Nerine, where the road kept on towards the sea. The scenery, however, thinned out from the large redwoods and spiny evergreens, turning into hardy berry bushes and rocky craigs that Yan had to navigate with some loss of breath. The morning drew on, the road kept her path, and Yanhua eventually cleared the Nerinian forests to see the moors wildly stretching out ahead of him.
For a moment he admired the landscape, soaking up the gray-green of the sky and mossy grass. Sweat beaded his skin; a thin layer of misty dew clung in droplets of water to his mane and tail, quickly hardening into frost the longer Yan stood motionless. He smiled, breathed in the faint smell of icy brinewater, and opened his mouth to whicker a common-tongue greeting. This felt like the gate into warrioress territory, and even if he was granted permission by his status to freely walk through, Yanhua didn’t mind the thought of company on his way to the Isle.
If no one nearby heard him or his walking, well… he’d be easy enough to spot out in the open on the hoof-beaten roadway, where any Nerinan creature could flag him down for a chat.
Happy to be heading north for Leilan’s coronation, Yanhua’s good humor lasted as he picked up a steady trot and continued up the trailway and into Nerine, where the road kept on towards the sea. The scenery, however, thinned out from the large redwoods and spiny evergreens, turning into hardy berry bushes and rocky craigs that Yan had to navigate with some loss of breath. The morning drew on, the road kept her path, and Yanhua eventually cleared the Nerinian forests to see the moors wildly stretching out ahead of him.
For a moment he admired the landscape, soaking up the gray-green of the sky and mossy grass. Sweat beaded his skin; a thin layer of misty dew clung in droplets of water to his mane and tail, quickly hardening into frost the longer Yan stood motionless. He smiled, breathed in the faint smell of icy brinewater, and opened his mouth to whicker a common-tongue greeting. This felt like the gate into warrioress territory, and even if he was granted permission by his status to freely walk through, Yanhua didn’t mind the thought of company on his way to the Isle.
If no one nearby heard him or his walking, well… he’d be easy enough to spot out in the open on the hoof-beaten roadway, where any Nerinan creature could flag him down for a chat.
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