The Portal
02-24-2018, 04:20 AM
It isn't long before the young man's usual companion is beside him. Not only to scold his brash movements, but to also delicately bring him closer to his furry side. It is in this moment that the boy relented, letting his hooves slip himself snugly next to the brute. His maw turned to touch his shoulder in greeting, having become accustomed to the man's constant company. Though the words were meant to deter the curious yearling from pestering any her further; he couldn't help but be drawn to her and her beauty. With a soft snort he took a half step forward, offering his nose out as a sign of peace.
It was only when did he sense the change in her demeanor did he collect himself, studying her intensely before looking to Rosco gently,"Pretty." His maw pointed to the wings behind her ears, small and delicate as they fluttered almost nervously. The suited her small physique perfectly. He wasn't used to seeing horses smaller than him. He knew he was taller than average, but to come across someone so petite was utterly fascinating. Despite this he restrained from invading her personal space once again.
He didn't want to make her nervous, to make her run away like a fragile bird that felt cornered. He wanted to learn more about her, why she acted how she did to him, and just how in the world did she end up with wings upon her skull. He snorted, studying her wings again with a silent curiosity only he could possess. Even though he chose to be silent around others, there certainly wasn't anything intimidating about him. He was awkward and gangling, not entirely receptive of others reactions (despite being rather intuitive), and mostly likely would never be able to keep up a conversation in his lifetime.
The only person that could truly understand him was Sister. Yet since they arrived in this place she had become a ghost in his life, and he didn't know if it was because he had learned to avoid her nagging or if she had a different agenda. There were some nights that he actually missed her. Looking at the stars he would wonder if she was watching them too, or if she was off trying to get her magic back that she likely missed dearly. Fire was as normal to Fenyx as breathing, and so when the Rift stripped it away from her he could feel the way it had changed her. Yet he still couldn't stop himself from wandering off in an effort to support her through this dark time.
Because he had been so lost in his thoughts, Vynter was no longer concentrating on keeping his balance. Before he could stop himself his scrawny bulk was sliding himself forward, careening in the direction of the filly and causing himself to nearly crash into her petite form. It was at the last second did he stop, attempting to balance himself by flapping his crippled wing to gain some sort of backwards momentum. Despite it doing nothing, he managed to right himself just as his chest was inches from her face. With hooves planted firmly on the ground, he stared at her with a slight raise of his brows and his chin pressed against his neck.
He continued to remain in this pose for a while, trying to register just what had occurred before finally tilting his head and speaking in his simple tone,"Pretty Valkyrie."
It was only when did he sense the change in her demeanor did he collect himself, studying her intensely before looking to Rosco gently,"Pretty." His maw pointed to the wings behind her ears, small and delicate as they fluttered almost nervously. The suited her small physique perfectly. He wasn't used to seeing horses smaller than him. He knew he was taller than average, but to come across someone so petite was utterly fascinating. Despite this he restrained from invading her personal space once again.
He didn't want to make her nervous, to make her run away like a fragile bird that felt cornered. He wanted to learn more about her, why she acted how she did to him, and just how in the world did she end up with wings upon her skull. He snorted, studying her wings again with a silent curiosity only he could possess. Even though he chose to be silent around others, there certainly wasn't anything intimidating about him. He was awkward and gangling, not entirely receptive of others reactions (despite being rather intuitive), and mostly likely would never be able to keep up a conversation in his lifetime.
The only person that could truly understand him was Sister. Yet since they arrived in this place she had become a ghost in his life, and he didn't know if it was because he had learned to avoid her nagging or if she had a different agenda. There were some nights that he actually missed her. Looking at the stars he would wonder if she was watching them too, or if she was off trying to get her magic back that she likely missed dearly. Fire was as normal to Fenyx as breathing, and so when the Rift stripped it away from her he could feel the way it had changed her. Yet he still couldn't stop himself from wandering off in an effort to support her through this dark time.
Because he had been so lost in his thoughts, Vynter was no longer concentrating on keeping his balance. Before he could stop himself his scrawny bulk was sliding himself forward, careening in the direction of the filly and causing himself to nearly crash into her petite form. It was at the last second did he stop, attempting to balance himself by flapping his crippled wing to gain some sort of backwards momentum. Despite it doing nothing, he managed to right himself just as his chest was inches from her face. With hooves planted firmly on the ground, he stared at her with a slight raise of his brows and his chin pressed against his neck.
He continued to remain in this pose for a while, trying to register just what had occurred before finally tilting his head and speaking in his simple tone,"Pretty Valkyrie."
Vynter
my will is a sword that cuts down anything in my way
