The Portal
Even in the hum of night and wind he heard the crash of another through the snow. Living with a stallion who can walk near slight heightens your sense after a while. Feathers at his shoulders rise and tremble slightly, but his blue eyes remain hard as ice as they turn to sound. Sometimes he had found friend in this world, but more often he’d found foe. So when the mare came into view, she found the pale gold at attention.
Body seized up, though he tried to relax it. ’You always give yourself away boy-‘ It nagged in his head. Yet he did not know this strange mare, though she was certainly beautiful, there was always daggers under pretty skirts. Her gold trappings and gold dusting stood out among the doom and golom…and were familiar. One hark trailed back gives away his venture fleeting thought. Where was his Da? The two had long since kept separate quarters, but they still met often and sparred or practiced. There wasn’t much left to learn….but the company…well even when he was being insulted the colt had found a way to laugh. He hoped-
Her jolted reply brings him fully back, and both harks and feathers now fold down, but his high crowned head does not lower with ease. Perhaps his father had his body fully at command, but the colt did not. She stumbles, hesitates- her words an exhale. It was light and graceful in its fall, but it was a fall. He may not have the Laurelin’s full skill, but as he would continue no doubt to prove, he’d certainly grown. Head tilts slightly, ice hardened eyes melting slightly. All she gets in return for her introductions of sorts was a nod, short, and curt.
Then the reason for her shift is clear. She thought he was someone else. One hark rises back up at the suggestion and the tension built in his spine eased slightly. He wondered who…His heart pinged for his brother, maybe father (not his mother sadly, for he was not rosen enough- maybe she knew though?), yet he must move on. She’d stopped talking. Her apology, though unnecessary for him, was over and it was his turn.
He should say something….something…like…hello? “Oh.” Well at least they were rolling down the same road. “No, I don’t believe we’ve met.” It was low and soft, but spoken with similar lows as hers, as an apology. The tilted head straightens, but does not rise fully back up, he managed to keep it slightly cast at ease. “I’m Galahad.” He says as he plays a smile on his lips, not twisted or wicked, but sincere. “At your service.” Some traditions are hard not continue.
“Though I’ve just arrived, so not much service, I suppose.” He lets it roll lighter. He may not enjoy returning to this god for saken dark wet now apparently frozen spit of land, but there’s no reason to a joint pity party. So the pale gold chuckles softly, trying to pull the mare up from whatever low she was in. Perhaps he’d pull himself up in the process. He needed to, especially as his mind began to whirl. The questions which had started with his father’s location were now beginning to spiral into an endless list, and it seemed as overwhelming as the darkness surrounding him.
OOC :: Lovely <33 Also, still open to all!
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@Rexanna
