Velk
03-24-2023, 03:30 PM
On this warm spring day, Velk stands in the shadow cast by a tall conifer. He is avoiding the general population but, especially, those blood thirsty pesks. His sapphire hock-kisser flicks, periodically, across each flank. He is comfortable, for now, and wandering through his own musings. He considers how much he has changed since he ventured out on his own. See, when you are born a Prince, you tend to have more expectations and responsibility than the average kid. He never, once, behaved entitled. Solace taught him well, and he missed her dearly.
What he wouldn't give to be back in Hyaline. A soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he thinks back fondly on those days. He shakes away those thoughts as they are futile. Beqanna repossessed all of the lands he has ever known (Hyaline, Silver Cove, Loess and, to a much smaller degree, Sylva). As of late, the tovero has become his father. His thoughts venture back to his mother's words: "Castile is a drifter... was a regent of Loess once... but, just a little lost." Velk definitely drifts about. You can usually find him in the Meadow, like today but, occasionally, you may see him on the River's bank. And, without a permanent place to settle, the black and white paint feels lost, also.
He shrugs his shoulders and shifts his weight. Today is as good a day as any. With that, muscular haunches push sturdy legs into a confident stroll. He heads north. He can feel the air thin as he approaches the skirts of the Mountain. His footfalls take him along the winding waters and, over the rocky, hilly, terrain. His nares draw in the crisp Mountain air. Velk can feel an invigorating sensation as his lungs fill with the northern air. Surefooted hooves navigate the rocky knolls, which seem to be lead to more knolls. Blue gaze discerns the narrow paths worn down by previous travelers. He follows the trail until the stone hillsides part ways. This is his first glimpse of the crystal blue waters at the heart of the domain. Velk pauses here to take in the stunning view. For the first time in a very long time, the tovero feels serene and secure. The Dale, on the surface, seems to have a similar appeal, to Velk, as two very familiar places: Hyaline and Loess. Without further ado, the broody bronc moves deeper into the land.
What he wouldn't give to be back in Hyaline. A soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he thinks back fondly on those days. He shakes away those thoughts as they are futile. Beqanna repossessed all of the lands he has ever known (Hyaline, Silver Cove, Loess and, to a much smaller degree, Sylva). As of late, the tovero has become his father. His thoughts venture back to his mother's words: "Castile is a drifter... was a regent of Loess once... but, just a little lost." Velk definitely drifts about. You can usually find him in the Meadow, like today but, occasionally, you may see him on the River's bank. And, without a permanent place to settle, the black and white paint feels lost, also.
He shrugs his shoulders and shifts his weight. Today is as good a day as any. With that, muscular haunches push sturdy legs into a confident stroll. He heads north. He can feel the air thin as he approaches the skirts of the Mountain. His footfalls take him along the winding waters and, over the rocky, hilly, terrain. His nares draw in the crisp Mountain air. Velk can feel an invigorating sensation as his lungs fill with the northern air. Surefooted hooves navigate the rocky knolls, which seem to be lead to more knolls. Blue gaze discerns the narrow paths worn down by previous travelers. He follows the trail until the stone hillsides part ways. This is his first glimpse of the crystal blue waters at the heart of the domain. Velk pauses here to take in the stunning view. For the first time in a very long time, the tovero feels serene and secure. The Dale, on the surface, seems to have a similar appeal, to Velk, as two very familiar places: Hyaline and Loess. Without further ado, the broody bronc moves deeper into the land.