09-12-2018, 05:06 PM
Aten didn't expect anyone to be out this deep in the forest, but he didn't let his minor surprise show as he didn't look up immediately when he heard the voice. He dipped his muzzle in the water again to take a few more sips, the frigid water sliding down his throat with the feel of ice on one's tongue. Only when he was done did he lift his head away from the water before brushing his chin against one of his front legs to get rid of the water on his beard.
After doing so, the young stallion turned his head to see who it was that came up behind him. It was a mare with a coat the color of snow, every part of her matching the winter season's trademark save for her nose and eyes. She was standing close enough that Aten could see the color of her eyes, a unique amber against the more normal coloring of his own. That trait, combined with her white coat, made her a rather pretty creature, but Aten didn't take real notice of that yet.
His eyes were focused on the mare, seemingly still normal, but behind the veil of calmness, his gaze was dead, blank, his emotions now locked away inside his heart. Still, he portrayed himself as a normal horse, to the point that no horse could see the true expression of his eyes.
The mare questioned Aten on his day, if he had been experiencing trouble at all. The stallion turned his body to face her properly, his thick mane falling over the top left half of his neck while the rest switched sides and fell to the right. He gave a light shrug of his shoulders, "I guess that would depend on your definition of trouble against mine."
A moment of silence passed before he turned a question back on her, "You're quite deep into the forest; I've not seen many others this far in. What lured you out here?"
@[Ilma]
After doing so, the young stallion turned his head to see who it was that came up behind him. It was a mare with a coat the color of snow, every part of her matching the winter season's trademark save for her nose and eyes. She was standing close enough that Aten could see the color of her eyes, a unique amber against the more normal coloring of his own. That trait, combined with her white coat, made her a rather pretty creature, but Aten didn't take real notice of that yet.
His eyes were focused on the mare, seemingly still normal, but behind the veil of calmness, his gaze was dead, blank, his emotions now locked away inside his heart. Still, he portrayed himself as a normal horse, to the point that no horse could see the true expression of his eyes.
The mare questioned Aten on his day, if he had been experiencing trouble at all. The stallion turned his body to face her properly, his thick mane falling over the top left half of his neck while the rest switched sides and fell to the right. He gave a light shrug of his shoulders, "I guess that would depend on your definition of trouble against mine."
A moment of silence passed before he turned a question back on her, "You're quite deep into the forest; I've not seen many others this far in. What lured you out here?"
@[Ilma]