02-01-2022, 03:45 PM
Little Jokull was born out of the cold - just like her, he might have said with a gleam and a spark in his eyes, had he known. He was crafted from winter itself, the colt who loved the cold. He was born out of a glacier on midwinter’s day; crafted by the only ice mage in Beqanna on and in the coldest place he could find.
He wasn’t born out of love, but he was made to spread that sort of thing before he ever knew the worth of such warmth.
Jokull was named after that glacier, and made just so he might fill a certain type of void.
By summer, Jokull finds himself wandering. Icicle Isle is pretty, for sure, but there is much yet to be found in the rest of the world. At his age he might not have been left wandering, to be frank, but his relationship with his one parent seems rather oddly artificial. And perhaps the silver bay will found out later how that came to be, but for now it just means a freedom that not many a colt his age might have.
He wanders through and over the sea, towards Taiga and then on land again goed further south and east. He spreads cheer and follows rumours, not in the least concerned with Real World Problems - like lands disappearing and seas appearing - in fact he just smiles at those who seem in need of a hug, and coaxes the latter out of them more oft than not.
Jokull’s just good at that; at making others happy.
Today he is in the meadow, walking this way and that. As a foal still it is easy for him to sneak up to frowning mothers and bickering couples, or fighting siblings. He nears them, and generally smiles or cuddles them, and moves on. Those he leaves behind are usually confused, but more at ease and Jokull’s need to make the world a happier place gets satisfied.
It is thus no real surprise that the gold-marked, ice-scaled colt encounters a sad-looking mare and scuffles up close to her. ”Hello madam,” he beams at her, his warm chocolate brown eyes eager to please; as his happiness induction radiates off his little body.
@Ciri figured I’d snatch the open one up! ^^
He wasn’t born out of love, but he was made to spread that sort of thing before he ever knew the worth of such warmth.
Jokull was named after that glacier, and made just so he might fill a certain type of void.
By summer, Jokull finds himself wandering. Icicle Isle is pretty, for sure, but there is much yet to be found in the rest of the world. At his age he might not have been left wandering, to be frank, but his relationship with his one parent seems rather oddly artificial. And perhaps the silver bay will found out later how that came to be, but for now it just means a freedom that not many a colt his age might have.
He wanders through and over the sea, towards Taiga and then on land again goed further south and east. He spreads cheer and follows rumours, not in the least concerned with Real World Problems - like lands disappearing and seas appearing - in fact he just smiles at those who seem in need of a hug, and coaxes the latter out of them more oft than not.
Jokull’s just good at that; at making others happy.
Today he is in the meadow, walking this way and that. As a foal still it is easy for him to sneak up to frowning mothers and bickering couples, or fighting siblings. He nears them, and generally smiles or cuddles them, and moves on. Those he leaves behind are usually confused, but more at ease and Jokull’s need to make the world a happier place gets satisfied.
It is thus no real surprise that the gold-marked, ice-scaled colt encounters a sad-looking mare and scuffles up close to her. ”Hello madam,” he beams at her, his warm chocolate brown eyes eager to please; as his happiness induction radiates off his little body.
@Ciri figured I’d snatch the open one up! ^^