05-15-2018, 04:04 PM
the secret of our world is written in the stars
The nearing of winter’s end could be felt by every being in Beqanna. Even with the bitterly cold air and frigid wind, the scent is on the wind and creates a bustling and vibrant world, even in the midst of the greying and melting of ice and snow. It has brought Svedka from out of Hyaline, and has him trekking in the direction of the meadow. The blossoms in that area are thousands upon thousands in the springtime, and watching that first blush of color against what used to be covered in ghostly white simply stirs something within him he cannot explain. The time it takes to travel there is long without wings, but Svedka has never minded a long journey. He would leave Hyaline at dawn, and travel when darkness still roams powerful but the pulse of the sun quickens beneath the horizon. The world is still clear and cold from winter’s breath, but it is slowly fading away beneath the warmer temperatures. Snow melts into pockets of ice, soft drips from icicles hitting the grass and rocks below, and cherry blossoms sprouting in pink and blood red buds on the outcropping of trees that border Hyaline.
Soon, however, the rocky and mountainous landscape gives way to the deeper green of the Riverlands, where evergreen stands proudly in all weather, bold and sturdy beneath snow and sun alike. Mist lives here, twisting curiously around each corner of dampened bark and pine, evaporating in the sun’s now golden light and steaming gently throughout the forest-like glade that huddles the winding river. The familiar sound of hoofbeats suddenly landing onto sweet, soft grass catches his attention in surprise, jerking his head upwards with a whuff, ears pricking forwards interestingly. It is a sound he has grown to love (it normally meant that Solace is near, or Ilma, or his father), and a charming smile finds the pale pink of his lips, moving forward at a quick trot to find what pegasus has found him today.
The trees break away from each other in a tiny glade of expanse, revealing a cremello mare with deep, rust colored legs and a milky set of wings, the color of copper feathers sparsely protruding out of the otherwise flawless color. He snorts softly, slowing his gait to a walk before halting before her, curious cerulean eyes watching her as she soaks in the silence and stillness around them. His ivory and blue mane falls around his neck and chest with the halting motion, while random blossoms of orange, pink, and red frame his face. They were snapdragons, a gift from Kagerus. The blooms are slightly wilted since their plucking from their roots, but their color are still stark and vibrant against the pastel of his mane and forelock.
“Hello,” his voice deep and sultry in the coolness of the air around them, “mind if I join you?” His gaze flickers down to the grass she had found first, bright and vibrant green against the melting gray world.
Soon, however, the rocky and mountainous landscape gives way to the deeper green of the Riverlands, where evergreen stands proudly in all weather, bold and sturdy beneath snow and sun alike. Mist lives here, twisting curiously around each corner of dampened bark and pine, evaporating in the sun’s now golden light and steaming gently throughout the forest-like glade that huddles the winding river. The familiar sound of hoofbeats suddenly landing onto sweet, soft grass catches his attention in surprise, jerking his head upwards with a whuff, ears pricking forwards interestingly. It is a sound he has grown to love (it normally meant that Solace is near, or Ilma, or his father), and a charming smile finds the pale pink of his lips, moving forward at a quick trot to find what pegasus has found him today.
The trees break away from each other in a tiny glade of expanse, revealing a cremello mare with deep, rust colored legs and a milky set of wings, the color of copper feathers sparsely protruding out of the otherwise flawless color. He snorts softly, slowing his gait to a walk before halting before her, curious cerulean eyes watching her as she soaks in the silence and stillness around them. His ivory and blue mane falls around his neck and chest with the halting motion, while random blossoms of orange, pink, and red frame his face. They were snapdragons, a gift from Kagerus. The blooms are slightly wilted since their plucking from their roots, but their color are still stark and vibrant against the pastel of his mane and forelock.
“Hello,” his voice deep and sultry in the coolness of the air around them, “mind if I join you?” His gaze flickers down to the grass she had found first, bright and vibrant green against the melting gray world.
(be my escape)
Svedka
@[Nymf]
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