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For some it flows, for some it drips - Ahti - 09-21-2021 The water here manifests differently around him yet again. Time and knowledge wrap around his elemental nature and this time they cling to him more physically, but he also retains much more knowledge than before. This is a good realm, he thinks. A place that flows more similarly to what he already knows, or perhaps the magic is just more accepting, thus fluid in a sense. The aqua-colored male strolls through the field, looking at spring with an almost happy smile. It is a well-practised friendly smile, and his eyes are kind, even though the rest of his persona seems a little closed-off. His silvery horn catches a lot of light and he certainly stands out with his really odd colors, not in the least the back stripe and single strand of hair in his tail, that are so contrasting in their lime-yellow color. Emerald orbs scan the horizon, water puddles fill behind his step like little rain ponds in a clear field. The watery male is on his way to the waterfall nearby, as is obvious, as is expected. He finds joy in such clarity, like the clear spring day he has chosen to start his journey, even though he would have equally accepted and loved a rainy day. Unphased is the only right word to describe the large, oily-haired male, and that is how his journey always starts. RE: For some it flows, for some it drips - Divest - 09-22-2021 don't come find me, I won't be here waiting
Divest @Ahti RE: For some it flows, for some it drips - Ahti - 10-07-2021 A mare approaches, her soft pastel green coat a reminder of his own; he's not as out of place as he might have feared from seeing most of the common folk in the field and meadow. Where some sported wings and horns, like he, and were either larger or smaller than average, still most other equines sported simple colours like chestnut or bay, with only a touch of something else; only dipped in blue or red or green. Not that it would be really important, but he recognizes that like calls to like. She makes conversation easily and warmly, which he can appreciate. The time-old stallion nods to her as she comments, his emerald-green eyes focused on her for the moment she speaks, then diverts to the flora and the light-reflecting waterfall as he answers. "Certainly," he agrees. Yet before he can ask her name or give his own, she continues to introduce herself, to which he follows suit. "My name's Ahti," her tells her. "I've just arrived from a most peculiar place, so I must ask forgiveness, but could you tell me about this land and its customs? Are any deities present, other rules one should abide by?" He had, after all, not truly understood the mists he had travelled in, though he had suspected that it had to do with the explorer's subconscious wishes and dreams; whomever's desire seemed strongest (or so he had deduced) had decided what a place could look like. The strange mist had also had the uncanny ability to transport one to other places or make them walk in circles, and honestly, he couldn't decide if the portals of his earlier home had been better or worse. Nevertheless, this new land could hold any sort of tricks that he didn't know of, or angry rulers, deities or magic - so before using any of his own, he'd rather make sure he didn't set a hoof on the wrong path. @Divest |