01-31-2022, 09:46 PM
Once, the idea of new lands would’ve thrilled Sickle. She would not have wasted a heartbeat in going to explore them - to learn everything she could. She’d overheard some others talking about the horses that lived under the sea and, though she wouldn’t be able to bring her companion, she wondered what that must be like.
Now, that curiosity is stifled. Even after a year, she feels no strong pull to investigate.
It is an accident that she wanders and finds herself in unfamiliar territory. Her thoughts had blinded her, distracted her from paying attention, and then she looked up and it was as though she had walked into a different world. Strange rock formations burst through the grass and she frowns at them, as if that will earn her any sort of explanation.
Sickle is just considering growing wings and leaving - day was turning into twilight and she didn’t want to be caught here at night with no idea of where she was - when the sight of fire catches her eye.
Many horses can wield fire, but something tugs her forward all the same. That curiosity she had thought died out - even a small flicker of hope she wasn’t very good at maintaining.
It doesn’t take long for her to confirm it is Fyr and a smile is already brightening up her mismatched gaze as her pace quickens to catch up. It is good to recognize someone (especially someone that isn't part of her turbulent family). She stops when he does, opening her mouth to greet him, but the friendly smile she wears goes up in smoke when the flames along his back grow and a line appears in front of him.
Iridescent blue dragon scales cover her equine body, both from memory and out of instinct. “Hey Fyr.” Her voice is quiet - the boldness she had wielded as a filly had long since been buried by other things and she feels unsure about this greeting - hoping that he had just not seen her, and that this was not the greeting she earned somehow.
“It’s good to see you.” Which, of course, means - it’s good to know you didn’t drown.
Now, that curiosity is stifled. Even after a year, she feels no strong pull to investigate.
It is an accident that she wanders and finds herself in unfamiliar territory. Her thoughts had blinded her, distracted her from paying attention, and then she looked up and it was as though she had walked into a different world. Strange rock formations burst through the grass and she frowns at them, as if that will earn her any sort of explanation.
Sickle is just considering growing wings and leaving - day was turning into twilight and she didn’t want to be caught here at night with no idea of where she was - when the sight of fire catches her eye.
Many horses can wield fire, but something tugs her forward all the same. That curiosity she had thought died out - even a small flicker of hope she wasn’t very good at maintaining.
It doesn’t take long for her to confirm it is Fyr and a smile is already brightening up her mismatched gaze as her pace quickens to catch up. It is good to recognize someone (especially someone that isn't part of her turbulent family). She stops when he does, opening her mouth to greet him, but the friendly smile she wears goes up in smoke when the flames along his back grow and a line appears in front of him.
Iridescent blue dragon scales cover her equine body, both from memory and out of instinct. “Hey Fyr.” Her voice is quiet - the boldness she had wielded as a filly had long since been buried by other things and she feels unsure about this greeting - hoping that he had just not seen her, and that this was not the greeting she earned somehow.
“It’s good to see you.” Which, of course, means - it’s good to know you didn’t drown.
@Fyr