The Portal
02-02-2018, 11:27 PM
The mare trotted after the much larger stallion, not wanting to be alone. This... void, or had he called it Rift? Was eerie, and sent chills down her spine, activating every one of her prey instincts. It didn't help that she was being led around by such a monstrous horse, even though he seemed to be very nice.
"It will be good if they do." she agreed. The Light seemed to be soothing, and she imagined that horses who lived here full time must need it. "I imagine that would be rather hard, although I haven't seen anyone else but you, so I can't say I know how populated the Rift is." she chuckled.
She found herself smiling at his strong response. Blackbird wasn't so certain that she would find the Rift to be a home; it was so different from what she knew! But, if he believed so, then hopefully it would be so. Besides, if all the horses were this nice, she might even join a herd.
The mare chuckled at the stallion's attempt at being prideful. Well, that was one way to say it. All the horses in her world had been rather plain, with simple magicks and appearances. Nothing so extreme as what was on Roscorro.
She smiled in relief at the sight of the grass, seeming to be lush and looking delicious. "Thank you." she'd sigh, stepping forward and lowering her head, relievedly beginning to grass on the welcome grass. It had been so long since she'd had grass that wasn't dry and withered.
"It will be good if they do." she agreed. The Light seemed to be soothing, and she imagined that horses who lived here full time must need it. "I imagine that would be rather hard, although I haven't seen anyone else but you, so I can't say I know how populated the Rift is." she chuckled.
She found herself smiling at his strong response. Blackbird wasn't so certain that she would find the Rift to be a home; it was so different from what she knew! But, if he believed so, then hopefully it would be so. Besides, if all the horses were this nice, she might even join a herd.
The mare chuckled at the stallion's attempt at being prideful. Well, that was one way to say it. All the horses in her world had been rather plain, with simple magicks and appearances. Nothing so extreme as what was on Roscorro.
She smiled in relief at the sight of the grass, seeming to be lush and looking delicious. "Thank you." she'd sigh, stepping forward and lowering her head, relievedly beginning to grass on the welcome grass. It had been so long since she'd had grass that wasn't dry and withered.
