01-31-2021, 02:29 PM
Flowers bloom even in the dark, and despite everything this world seems to throw at them, Yanhua watches his children and family adjust to the hardships. Through the neverending night he stands guard as he’s always done, contemplating his brief time spent in Nerine with the outlier goat boy and the passing weeks spent back home in Taiga, thinking over the nearly-deadly quest and what the fairy had said to him. He’s a lucky stallion, to have been so little affected by what’s happened, and in truth Yanhua seems to find luck where all other hope had fled. Borderline and Memorie are keeping them fed; the grass grows and the springtime foliage thrives because of them. Amarine is keeping them sane, attending to their fears and (Yanhua suspects) keeping them all aimable when they’re together as a unit. He and Reynard are keeping them safe, or a safe as could be managed with monsters prowling about.
As safe as could be managed with stallions coming to prowl around the young mares here.
Yan rolled his eyes in the darkness and shifted the insubstantial wings that had grown from nothing, now adding to the constantly dim illumination of his hair, and sighed. He should be happy to have another able-bodied stallion around, even if it was only for the moment and even if it was only because Cheri had gone out and enticed him back here with an invitation.
That didn’t mean he had to like it.
The one good thing about Targaryen’s presence was that it seemed to brighten up the dismal atmosphere of the future. If anything, the pegasus drifter would keep them occupied and distracted while Yan, Ama, and Borderline worked together towards a solution. Deep in thought, he traveled down a sloping pathway through the woods and then paused, hearing his name.
“Nashua by the Gods,” His twin called back, trailing off the beaten path towards the little flare of golden lights playing off his brother’s skin. He trudged through bush and bramble, wove past a tree or two and then spied his oldest friend in the foggy dark. “where’ve you been?”
As safe as could be managed with stallions coming to prowl around the young mares here.
Yan rolled his eyes in the darkness and shifted the insubstantial wings that had grown from nothing, now adding to the constantly dim illumination of his hair, and sighed. He should be happy to have another able-bodied stallion around, even if it was only for the moment and even if it was only because Cheri had gone out and enticed him back here with an invitation.
That didn’t mean he had to like it.
The one good thing about Targaryen’s presence was that it seemed to brighten up the dismal atmosphere of the future. If anything, the pegasus drifter would keep them occupied and distracted while Yan, Ama, and Borderline worked together towards a solution. Deep in thought, he traveled down a sloping pathway through the woods and then paused, hearing his name.
“Nashua by the Gods,” His twin called back, trailing off the beaten path towards the little flare of golden lights playing off his brother’s skin. He trudged through bush and bramble, wove past a tree or two and then spied his oldest friend in the foggy dark. “where’ve you been?”
@[Nashua]