Rainforest Cliffs
He was late. It was time the colt had been sworn to return in, but he had found something. Leafen starred head dipped down to the strange things. They were small, and black, but their little petals and dainty nature told him they were flowers. Not just any flowers though. He’d stomped on them, accidentally, but then when he’d looked back, though his tracks were in the mud, the flowers remained unharmed. Not only that, but there was a trail of them! So that’s how Galahad ended up here, slipping through the bushes, at times going off to avoid the undergrowth (he was getting used to that), but he followed the trail. It was getting dark, but the colt seemed not to notice. With the flames atop his cuffs, the ones on his back, and the gentle glow from his leg bands, he stayed in the light, much to his comfort. He didn’t mind the dark, just when the dark was on him. True foalish logic.
That’s how he came to be close enough to hear her shout. It was still far enough away that he could make out the female voice. His harks fall back and he draws up. He should turn back. Da would be furious and Ma…oh shit. (He’d heard Casca use that word when he thought no one heard. He liked it, it made him feel older.) But then he was already out here…what difference could it make to be back at dark or after dark? None he thought. Plus the voice seemed to be at the end of the curious flowers.
It was a lot longer to the voices than he thought, plus he had to keep stopping to work his way around overhanging plants. So when the pale colt finally came within ear shot they others were in conversation. That’s what stopped him. Castiella! Akriel! His little heart leapt with joy at hearing something familiar. To know he had friends here. Moreso, Castiella…she’d liked his magic. She hadn’t thought it a curse, or scary- no she liked it! Maybe she’d like his feathers too! The colt skidding around a bush and over a limb before rounding a corner to at last come into the clearing a few feet from the other two, his soft warm glow casting lightly onto the clearing. “Castiella. Akriel.” He says, containing his excitement as he trots to the two, but his smile says it all. It is broad and unhidden, happy at last to find something he knows. Or thinks he knows…Akriel’s mutations, and the wound on Castiella slow him to a walk, and he whispers, “New looks…” It was a hesitant voice, telling of his own opinion of it he asks, “The Portal?”
Then he sees her. The one they’re talking to. An older creature, familiar but strange in her shape. The pale colt draws up, tilting his head. She was beautiful, and regal, drawing on some source of strength to command herself. And her eyes… “Who is this?” He got the sinking feeling she was from Helovia.
OOC:: Hope you don't mind me. =]
@Sidhra
@Castiella
@Akriel
That’s how he came to be close enough to hear her shout. It was still far enough away that he could make out the female voice. His harks fall back and he draws up. He should turn back. Da would be furious and Ma…oh shit. (He’d heard Casca use that word when he thought no one heard. He liked it, it made him feel older.) But then he was already out here…what difference could it make to be back at dark or after dark? None he thought. Plus the voice seemed to be at the end of the curious flowers.
It was a lot longer to the voices than he thought, plus he had to keep stopping to work his way around overhanging plants. So when the pale colt finally came within ear shot they others were in conversation. That’s what stopped him. Castiella! Akriel! His little heart leapt with joy at hearing something familiar. To know he had friends here. Moreso, Castiella…she’d liked his magic. She hadn’t thought it a curse, or scary- no she liked it! Maybe she’d like his feathers too! The colt skidding around a bush and over a limb before rounding a corner to at last come into the clearing a few feet from the other two, his soft warm glow casting lightly onto the clearing. “Castiella. Akriel.” He says, containing his excitement as he trots to the two, but his smile says it all. It is broad and unhidden, happy at last to find something he knows. Or thinks he knows…Akriel’s mutations, and the wound on Castiella slow him to a walk, and he whispers, “New looks…” It was a hesitant voice, telling of his own opinion of it he asks, “The Portal?”
Then he sees her. The one they’re talking to. An older creature, familiar but strange in her shape. The pale colt draws up, tilting his head. She was beautiful, and regal, drawing on some source of strength to command herself. And her eyes… “Who is this?” He got the sinking feeling she was from Helovia.
OOC:: Hope you don't mind me. =]
@Sidhra
@Castiella
@Akriel
