The man on the mountain. [SWP]

He watched as the two mares landed upon the hard packed earth and stone. His crystal clear gaze settling on the familiar form of Aurelia. Though Taivas would not be able to catch the faes the fiery mare pulled, the wanderer certain saw them. One corner of his mouth twitched. Same old Aurelia. "Very lady like." He says in his low, voice. Like a wide river flowing over ancient stone. His confident steps taking him towards the mare he had guarded during childbirth. He eyed the glowing Pegasus with his cool gaze. His face as unreadable as her own. Emotionless, disinterested. Both possessed the floating piece of hope beside them. He continues walking, his pace slow and unhurried as he moves up beside Aurelia. He offers her a friendly nod. "Aurelia." He greeted.

This was by far the most friendly he had been to another horse in a long time. His features were still hard and rough, yet a shrewd horse would detect a tad bit of warmth from the loner when he passed the childish Pegasus. He was just passing by and he had no intention of joining these mares in what ever they were up to. Even if one of them was Aurelia. His looked over at the glowing mare once more. His metal wings glinting in the light of the mountain as he continued walking, his own piece of hope following behind him.


ooc: Too tired to grab a table.