Rainforest Cliffs
07-17-2017, 03:32 PM
It was a curse. He’d heard them use that word…thought he knew what it meant. A curse. The pale gold colt slipped through the woods and bush, careful not to let another shrub fall prey to his white flames. Whatever a curse was, it had happened to him, and it was bad. Very bad. So bad when he’d asked Da (usually easy going and willing to answer) he’d been told in a not nice way to go to sleep. How could he sleep when he was cursed?! Especially when he didn’t even know what that meant?!
So he hadn’t gone to sleep. He’d come out here. Finding in himself a surprising stubborn streak fueled by pride. Without Haldir. Without Casca. Without anyone. Of course that only carried him so far before the question returned. Was he cursed? His mind tried to wrap around what had happened, but the light had been so bright…then they’d just appeared. In a pool of rain water he’d admired them, thought themcomforting cool the way they let drift gentle warmth on his back, and lite the world around him. Had they not set a bush…and then several bushes after that, he might even like them. But they were trouble…Big trouble. He knew that the moment Ma had to nudge him aside as they lay to sleep…least he burn her.
A sound breaks his thoughts. Da had taught his sons well basic skills of listening, really listening, and stealthing. Slowly the colt takes more note of his steps, avoid the branches and leaves which might rustle. Da had magic to help him, but his sons did not, they had to learn, as he reminded them. Now more than ever in this hostile world. Whatever that was. It sounded bad though. Why did everything sound bad lately?
He steps around a knot of roots to finally find them. A Pegasus mare, and foal. The pale colt hesitates for a moment, but as he hears the mare’s question he comes round the bend of roots. Sea eyes look from one creature to another, only glancing up to the canopy of the tree. He leans towards the more youthful one, his own instincts drawn to her. Remember some happy fleeting moments with Castiella and her twin…of fun. Yet his voice catches at what to say. What to ask. So only a small “Hello” dips out. What did Ma and Da usually say when he met horses? Ah, why was this always so hard? “Who are you?”
OOC: Still sans table...sorry. Must fix that soon.
@Gwyn @Zahra
So he hadn’t gone to sleep. He’d come out here. Finding in himself a surprising stubborn streak fueled by pride. Without Haldir. Without Casca. Without anyone. Of course that only carried him so far before the question returned. Was he cursed? His mind tried to wrap around what had happened, but the light had been so bright…then they’d just appeared. In a pool of rain water he’d admired them, thought them
A sound breaks his thoughts. Da had taught his sons well basic skills of listening, really listening, and stealthing. Slowly the colt takes more note of his steps, avoid the branches and leaves which might rustle. Da had magic to help him, but his sons did not, they had to learn, as he reminded them. Now more than ever in this hostile world. Whatever that was. It sounded bad though. Why did everything sound bad lately?
He steps around a knot of roots to finally find them. A Pegasus mare, and foal. The pale colt hesitates for a moment, but as he hears the mare’s question he comes round the bend of roots. Sea eyes look from one creature to another, only glancing up to the canopy of the tree. He leans towards the more youthful one, his own instincts drawn to her. Remember some happy fleeting moments with Castiella and her twin…of fun. Yet his voice catches at what to say. What to ask. So only a small “Hello” dips out. What did Ma and Da usually say when he met horses? Ah, why was this always so hard? “Who are you?”
OOC: Still sans table...sorry. Must fix that soon.
@Gwyn @Zahra
