08-27-2019, 03:46 PM
Aodhán
little fire
All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
The autumn season was sort of split in two - first, during the lingering heat of summer, there was breeding season - a time of hotheadedness for most horses. He’s no different - he likes to think he’s no slave to his cravings but honestly he gave in, again - well it’s not like he regrets it ever, or so far, but it’s truth.
Then comes the real cooldown; when the hormones are satisfied the logic wins it, and most horses find themselves a place to survive the winter. A warm land or a warm herd - and while Aodhán has the potential to offer both, he still is searching for his true home much like anybody in the Field.
But he knows where to point someone to, he supposes. Perhaps Noah will be grateful if he fills the Pampas with life somehow; if he fails she’s none the wiser. Or perhaps Ischia suits the mare he sees now, more. Only one way to find out.
The male, dressed up in a kelpie-like form today though lacking most of their features (he just has the gills and tail really), reaches the shore quickly. Changing back into a fully normal horse, he stands still before the tired-looking mare, trying to estimate her before he speaks.
Finally the gold-spotted male finds his words. ”I take it you’re looking for a place to rest?” he deduces. He sounds a little hesitant, as he knows he is probably disturbing her but still decided to address her because he thinks it might be for a good cause, in the end.
Then comes the real cooldown; when the hormones are satisfied the logic wins it, and most horses find themselves a place to survive the winter. A warm land or a warm herd - and while Aodhán has the potential to offer both, he still is searching for his true home much like anybody in the Field.
But he knows where to point someone to, he supposes. Perhaps Noah will be grateful if he fills the Pampas with life somehow; if he fails she’s none the wiser. Or perhaps Ischia suits the mare he sees now, more. Only one way to find out.
The male, dressed up in a kelpie-like form today though lacking most of their features (he just has the gills and tail really), reaches the shore quickly. Changing back into a fully normal horse, he stands still before the tired-looking mare, trying to estimate her before he speaks.
Finally the gold-spotted male finds his words. ”I take it you’re looking for a place to rest?” he deduces. He sounds a little hesitant, as he knows he is probably disturbing her but still decided to address her because he thinks it might be for a good cause, in the end.
@[Eileithyia]