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RE: i've never fallen from quite this high; anyone - Pteron - 03-16-2019 As Aegean asnswers Astarielle’s query about his antlers, Pteron breathes a quiet lungful of the damp air. It is crisp with seasalt in a way that reminds him of the seashore of his childhood. The southern sands had been warm and nearly-tropical, but this Silver Cove is more cool stone and tall peaks than softly waving meadows. And it is Silver Cove, the amethyst-eyed Aegean says now. Pteron observes the hard chalk edges of the antlered colt as he gestures at the kingdom around them and then invites them to see more. “Yes, please.” He says, his voice in chorus with that of the spotted filly beside him. There is excitement behind Pteron’s olive eyes and it tenses the muscles beneath his dun coat. “I’d love to see more.” Is the answer to Star’s request for confirmation, just in case his first words hadn’t been heard over the bright chatter of his fellow visitor. As he speaks, the hard silk of his feathers is jostled slightly by a touch from the titian girl. Pteron glances toward them with a faint smile, but is quickly engrossed in the sudden color changes she exhibits. First his own pattern and then Aegean’s white and back to her own peppering of clementine on white. It is a novel thing to the young pegasus, and his eyebrows raise curiously. He will have to ask her more about that, Pteron decides. How does she do it? Can she be any color or is she limited to mirroring the hue of those around her? The myriad of questions ends only when he forces it out of his mind, turning his attention back to the other boy. “Lead the way,” Pteron adds with a mild smile in the soft tenor of his voice. @[Astarielle] @[aegean] RE: i've never fallen from quite this high; anyone - aegean - 03-31-2019 love is my religion. i could die for that. i could die for you. @[Astarielle] @[Pteron] RE: i've never fallen from quite this high; anyone - Astarielle - 03-31-2019 this house is rust and wreckage, holding on by just a hope Astarielle @[Pteron] @[aegean] Yay this sucks! -_- RE: i've never fallen from quite this high; anyone - Pteron - 04-09-2019 There is something in the way he says the word - coves - as though it is a treasure, something different than the easy way he’d said the same word when confirming the name of the kingdom. The reverence piques Pteron’s curiosity, and the soft blue of his ears swivel forward with obvious interest. He is intrigued and follows without thought, not needing the reassurance that they are beautiful, but smiling quietly to himself when he hears it anyway. Astarielle is all but vibrating beside him, and the tobiano colt glances toward her. He is as excited as she, though it is less apparent in the way he strides along behind Aegean. It is his senses that are active, taking in each new sight and smell and sound with insatiable curiosity. Pteron’s home is filled with a great diversity of plant life, but there is novel greenery here. Like the delicately furled fern that he cannot help but slow his pace for, dipping his head so that the pale whiskers at the end of his nose just barely brush against its fronds. Catching up to the pair takes only a stride at a quicker trot. Astarielle has changed color while he was busy taking in the scenery. Instead of orange on white she reflects the sand and the sea. The blue is nice, he thinks, before craning his head up higher to glance ahead of them. He is eager to see these coves that the antlered colt is taking them toward, especially given that their time to do so is growing ever shorter. “How much farther is it?” He asks. It would be quicker to fly, but to do so would be to lose not only his guide but also the company of the two young horses beside him. Pteron is certainly unwilling to do that, so he contents himself with taking in what he can see from where they are. @[Astarielle] @[aegean] RE: i've never fallen from quite this high; anyone - aegean - 04-16-2019 love is my religion. i could die for that. i could die for you. @[Astarielle] @[Pteron] |