10-16-2022, 09:06 PM
His eyes follow the uneven edge of the horizon, tracing the tall crags of the Mountain’s silhouette. The place is magic, or so the stories say, capable of granting both wondrous gifts and inflicting terrible burdens. The fairies who dwell there have gifts beyond imagination, and were the subject of many of Valdr’s favorite childhood tales. They’d inspired him once, but the memory of hearing them as a child - surrounded by his siblings - is no longer a happy one, and he shakes it away with a toss of his black and white head.
Looking away from the mountain, his emerald gaze is caught by movement. A black horse moves through the scrubby growth of the Ruins, visible only now and again between the drab trees and dusty stones that litter the bare earth. She is moving toward him, of that he has no doubt, and Valdr watches with curiosity as she does.
The Field had once been the place to be assured company, but the place is now a shallow inland sea. Could it be that this desolate place is a new common ground, or is life so scarce in this quiet world that any company is good company? The thoughts that spin through his mind are quieted with the arrival of the blue-eyed mare who sure-footedly ascends the ridge upon which he stands.
She is lovely to look at, and from the coy smile she gives, is very aware of this. Why has she approached him, he wonders; what might she want? Though he is no longer frowning, his emerald gaze remains intense in focus as he meets her eye.
“A better view.” He replies immediately, in a low voice made rough by the fiery sparks that crackle with every exhale. They are harmless, reigned in by years of practice, and only with great emotion risk sparking into true flame.
His ability to breathe fire, along with his eye-catching coloring and size, have made him no stranger to the attention of women. While he’d not expected to find such companionship here of all places, it is a far better alternative to much else he might have found when approached by a stranger. As the words ‘a better view’ left his mouth, his emerald eyes had left her sapphire ones to better appreciate the physique that has made her so confident.
“Seems I’ve found one,” he says when he has finished, and his eyes turn back to the Ruins around them that offer only the bleakest of views, and there is a flash of humor in the verdant depths. “What about you?” Valdr’s scrutiny has softened to intrigued curiosity, and he decides to enjoy this interaction while it lasts. There has been little brightness of late, and he’s pleased to have been found by the coy mare with the cerulean eyes, even if he is not at all sure of her intentions.
@Entendu
Sorry it’s taken so long! And i dont mind at all :)
Looking away from the mountain, his emerald gaze is caught by movement. A black horse moves through the scrubby growth of the Ruins, visible only now and again between the drab trees and dusty stones that litter the bare earth. She is moving toward him, of that he has no doubt, and Valdr watches with curiosity as she does.
The Field had once been the place to be assured company, but the place is now a shallow inland sea. Could it be that this desolate place is a new common ground, or is life so scarce in this quiet world that any company is good company? The thoughts that spin through his mind are quieted with the arrival of the blue-eyed mare who sure-footedly ascends the ridge upon which he stands.
She is lovely to look at, and from the coy smile she gives, is very aware of this. Why has she approached him, he wonders; what might she want? Though he is no longer frowning, his emerald gaze remains intense in focus as he meets her eye.
“A better view.” He replies immediately, in a low voice made rough by the fiery sparks that crackle with every exhale. They are harmless, reigned in by years of practice, and only with great emotion risk sparking into true flame.
His ability to breathe fire, along with his eye-catching coloring and size, have made him no stranger to the attention of women. While he’d not expected to find such companionship here of all places, it is a far better alternative to much else he might have found when approached by a stranger. As the words ‘a better view’ left his mouth, his emerald eyes had left her sapphire ones to better appreciate the physique that has made her so confident.
“Seems I’ve found one,” he says when he has finished, and his eyes turn back to the Ruins around them that offer only the bleakest of views, and there is a flash of humor in the verdant depths. “What about you?” Valdr’s scrutiny has softened to intrigued curiosity, and he decides to enjoy this interaction while it lasts. There has been little brightness of late, and he’s pleased to have been found by the coy mare with the cerulean eyes, even if he is not at all sure of her intentions.
@Entendu
Sorry it’s taken so long! And i dont mind at all :)