Scint River
He glides on feathered wings from the familiar to the unknown. It seems that more of the Rift becomes available to them with each passing week, and it leads the colt to wonder just how large this place actually is. Helovia had been massive, and he hadn't got around to exploring all of it before his untimely shift to this place - what if the Rift is a direct mirror image of Helovia, a parallel world, a ghostly reanimation of their home land? That would imply that there's much more to be found, and the yearling finds this a deeply interesting concept.
He alights with a surprising gentleness that belies his great size. His sister and sire are already here, and it would be so easy to simply wander up to them and engage in conversation rather than suffer the social anxiety of having to approach somebody new and unknown. He casts his gaze around, looking for somebody appropriate to speak to, and his gaze lands upon a mare. She's a unicorn, and he thinks he recognises her from group events in the past. Rather than acting with the wariness or downright fear of most other people, she's instead offering her help to the odd conglomeration of creatures at the front. This is enough to pique the volcano-boy's interest, and he wanders over to her with his usual bungling, graceless stride. "What makes you want to help him?" he asks. There's no judgement in his tone - there's never anything in his tone, really, save an unwavering monotone. He jumps straight to the point, without so much as an introduction or a hello, because such small talk isn't the kind of social etiquette that he understands. |
Speaks to @Kiada
