winter wonderland
A walk through the colourful woods of Sylva could only do good, the stallion smiles as he matches the mare's pace, keeping himself aligned with her as his companion fox rushes to his side, weaving in and out between his legs.
Mary soon asks the white stallion a question, asking whether Sylva was right for him so far, to that the stallion nods and parts his soft lips to allow speech to emerge, a soft tone rising to finish with a crisp decline in his voice "Yes, It is wonderful so far. I'm glad that I am able to stay" he says, his words speaking the truth, as usual, a sin to speak any lie, simply not a possibility for him.
The kingdom is truly one to behold, radiant colours vibrating in each direction, shouting to be noticed with each glimpse of the eye, demanding attention with the array of colour that decorated each inch of the forest. And of course, the peace still remained balanced, after all, such beauty hidden within dense forests had to have a balance, something that must be kept at all times.
His head turns again as Mary talks once more, his ears attentively turning to face the mare, his eyes following her words as she speaks to him.
She speaks of diplomatic duties and promises. Promises are quite an interesting thing, some are easy to keep while some can end in rather unfortunate events, but for Ruinam, promises were like a life bond, chains that would eternally be shackled to you until you fulfil what was promised, which was why he did not throw them around easily.
When Mary speaks of keeping her promise, the stallion nods, his pink lips already parting in speech "I would be happy to help in whatever way I can"
he says softly, the words shepherded out of his mouth as he looks away again.
Ruinam was almost created to serve, such a weird being so set on following the will and morals of another, to aid them and their country in time of need, yet so terrified to communicate in cases.
Sometimes the stallion wasn't even able to understand himself, but for now he had a lot of time to figure everything out.
