01-26-2022, 05:20 PM
I wonder, as I wander..
Spring in the forest was either always busy or, taking a small break to breathe and let those who called it home catch up and take things in. The mornings were at times still crisp with some frost on the ground that was soon warmed into dew that was gathered by insects or other smaller creatures going about their morning. The scents of early blooming flowers that would soon go into their hibernation or perhaps just wilt and add their nutrients to the soil for the next blooms. The small white, yellow, pale purples, and some blue flowers offered up their pollen to the passing bees busy already gathering for the year. The grass and moss greening up again. It all danced on the nostrils and the sounds tickled the ears.
The stallion stood in a clearing letting the sun warm him a bit. The winter coat he donned was patchy and almost gone for the season. His height and body type screamed draft bloodlines as well as the small beard under his jawline. A good shake would send off a cloud of the opalistic hairs to dance in the light rays that shot through the canopy. The large dark horns on his head contrasted the white of his coat. They were of course not a solid black color but a closer inspection could give away their dark holographic rainbow features. A heavy sigh was let free from his muzzle as he simply enjoyed his time in the sun.
Ardashir was old but most certainly not the oldest resident of this wild place be that equine, or the magical fairies that flitted around. But, he had roamed the lands for a while and was once again resting in the forest. He liked to spend his springs and summer here. Though did he need to return anywhere after they had gone? Could he still count himself a brother of the Icle isle? Or, a warrior for Nerine? He shook himself again and lowered his head to graze some taking in the earthen scent of the grass and dirt. Maybe, he could just call no place home for now and simply be. His underbelly quivered a moment as an itch rippled through that area. The old pale scars were left there by some sea creature long ago. He still had some fear of the deep waters but, how else was one to travel to the isle back then?
n?
The stallion stood in a clearing letting the sun warm him a bit. The winter coat he donned was patchy and almost gone for the season. His height and body type screamed draft bloodlines as well as the small beard under his jawline. A good shake would send off a cloud of the opalistic hairs to dance in the light rays that shot through the canopy. The large dark horns on his head contrasted the white of his coat. They were of course not a solid black color but a closer inspection could give away their dark holographic rainbow features. A heavy sigh was let free from his muzzle as he simply enjoyed his time in the sun.
Ardashir was old but most certainly not the oldest resident of this wild place be that equine, or the magical fairies that flitted around. But, he had roamed the lands for a while and was once again resting in the forest. He liked to spend his springs and summer here. Though did he need to return anywhere after they had gone? Could he still count himself a brother of the Icle isle? Or, a warrior for Nerine? He shook himself again and lowered his head to graze some taking in the earthen scent of the grass and dirt. Maybe, he could just call no place home for now and simply be. His underbelly quivered a moment as an itch rippled through that area. The old pale scars were left there by some sea creature long ago. He still had some fear of the deep waters but, how else was one to travel to the isle back then?
n?
Ardashir
You’ve mistaken the stars reflected on the surface of the lake at night for the heavens.