11-05-2019, 11:44 PM
Celina rises from the tall grass where she has been lying, and her curious ears flick toward the teal stranger. A deep breath confirms that the tobiano mare is the source of the sea-scent. What is she doing here, the pale two-year-old wonders? This is no seaside haven. She steps closer, heedless of the space she leaves between them, and peers curiously at the other horse. She does not seem much older than Celina, the filly decides; certainly old enough to do her own adventuring.
“You know you’ve got a…an um… a thing. Right there, on your back.” The pale filly gestures helpfully at the raised fin, and though she can’t see exactly how the thing has attached itself, she offers:“I could help you get it off, I think.” with a grin that shows off her serrated smile to best effect.
Her head tilts as she waits for an answer, though she does not hide the shiver that wracks her body as another gust of wind makes its way through the open meadow. The winter seems far more bitter here without the protection of the trees of her homeland, and Celina casts a disparaging glance at a few nearby shaggy-coated horses. Her own coat is warm enough, but the scales that line her throat and underbelly provide no insulation. She had begun to understand what Pteron had meant about her inability to adventure for very long before she’d passed into the common grounds. Giving up early was not an option though, and she had been determined to make it here.
The white filly, her iridescent markings all but invisible on this overcast day, is no longer certain why she had been so determined. It is cold, and she is cold, and there is nothing good out here at all. All she’s found is this poor mare with an uncomfortable looking growth on her back, which Celina gives one more pitying look to before introducing herself: “I’m Celina, by the way. What’s your name?”
@[Rivuline]
“You know you’ve got a…an um… a thing. Right there, on your back.” The pale filly gestures helpfully at the raised fin, and though she can’t see exactly how the thing has attached itself, she offers:“I could help you get it off, I think.” with a grin that shows off her serrated smile to best effect.
Her head tilts as she waits for an answer, though she does not hide the shiver that wracks her body as another gust of wind makes its way through the open meadow. The winter seems far more bitter here without the protection of the trees of her homeland, and Celina casts a disparaging glance at a few nearby shaggy-coated horses. Her own coat is warm enough, but the scales that line her throat and underbelly provide no insulation. She had begun to understand what Pteron had meant about her inability to adventure for very long before she’d passed into the common grounds. Giving up early was not an option though, and she had been determined to make it here.
The white filly, her iridescent markings all but invisible on this overcast day, is no longer certain why she had been so determined. It is cold, and she is cold, and there is nothing good out here at all. All she’s found is this poor mare with an uncomfortable looking growth on her back, which Celina gives one more pitying look to before introducing herself: “I’m Celina, by the way. What’s your name?”
@[Rivuline]