"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
The doe-eyed girl roamed the place for those who considered themselves to be homeless with slight hesitation. She was nervous of the unknown factor in this process. Who’s to say that she would even be approached? Or perhaps there’d be a bully on the prowl and she’d be put into their sights. Lorraine didn’t like confrontation and preferred to avoid it all costs.
She had grown into her Arabic features – dished face, fine-boned, and lissome body. Her amber eyes were warm and gentle and most times a pretty smile adorned her face. But she considered herself to be rather off-putting to others because of her in-your-face coloring. Her base color remained a salmon pink and was accompanied with a rather garish orange on all her points.
This was a lingering self-consciousness that had followed her into adulthood.
Lorraine spotted a patch of wildflowers growing amongst the tall grass and she approaches it with much gusto. Delightedly, she noses at the bright white petals. A monarch butterfly lands on her muzzle by mistake and she exhales a tinkling laugh. Summertime was always her favorite season in Beqanna. Plenty of butterflies to chase and long grasses to nap amongst provided a haven for a young girl growing up in the meadow.
Even though she was now joining those in the fray of adulthood, the doe-eyed girl still retained her childish sense of wonder.
l o r r a i n e and I wonder when I sing along with you
spacespacespaceif everything could ever feel this real forever
This you could say was one of his whims. Something that he didn't get to often, but when they came he accepted them with open arms. Why not? After all, the population of beqanna needed more erm how to put it? Encouragement?
While almost all horses that he came across adored kingdom life he could see the diplomats were starting to desire something slightly more. Something more social then simple recruitment. They actually seemed to be getting lax in their efforts do to this sudden shift in the air. Well he would encourage them to take a home for themselves. Its not enough to just work all the time for most. For him it was, but still working for the kingdom meant that he assist in any way he can.
Maybe if they got a break from seeing the inside of the kingdom borders all the time it would encourage them to be more active within the borders as well as out. Maybe the winds would shift, and they would begin to see a reason to work in a kingdom.
Who knows it is a simple experiment he is willing to try out. With a shake of his cobalt mane he approachs one female. Not sure exactly how to go about this he shifts uncertainly. His wings fluttering out from his sides brushing agianst her hide. Smiling as the butterfly takes off. He hopes the accidental touch is not to brazen.Looking for a home? Yes this experiment could turn out to be more pleasant then he supected, of course he was doing this for the betterment of his kingdom. Of course he would never even dream of making any do what they did not wish too; there is of course no room in his mind for anything other then battle, and protection.
Not that a few indifferent words here and there wouldn't help either. He paused looking her up and down, unsure of her age, or her disposition towards him. Still always worth a try.
Phaedrus
DEATH GIVES US SLEEP, ETERNAL YOUTH, AND IMMORTALITY
I can't love you in the dark, it feels like we're oceans apart
She’s never been one to stay overly alert to her surroundings and so a sudden brushing against her flank, soft as a butterfly’s wings, makes her abruptly swing her head towards the stranger. Of course, this cause the insect to hurriedly take off from her face and find another, more steady, resting platform in the form of one of the many flower petals swaying in the wind before her.
Lorraine has always been a friendly and inquisitive soul. She vastly enjoyed the company of others and this man was no different when it came to her joy of socializing. The doe-eyed girl would certainly welcome his company amongst her beloved butterflies and wildflowers. There was no need for hesitance or uncertainty here. She had never been saddled with the pressures of the duty and responsibility that came with kingdom life. Instead, she had lived freely in the meadow; coddled and sheltered by mother earth and all of her wonderful creations.
The first thing that popped out at her was his great black wings which were spread out some from his sides still after brushing against her own side. A smile accompanied his words and Lorraine returned it with a bright smile of her own. Her amber eyes then catch sight of the man’s blue mane and she is instantly intrigued by it. The deeper blue complimented his dark hide so well that she was almost jealous by it since her own coat was a garish mishmash of pink and orange.
“I am! Are you also in the same boat?”
She becomes excited with the notion that she might have a companion to share the whole finding-a-home experience. The doe-eyed girl didn’t have the slightest idea about how it might turn out.
He glances over her. She seemed strong, and kind. Maybe she would be a good fit for what he was attempting to build. Guess they would just have to find out. Nice to meet you He pauses for a moment considering her. She was pretty, and pleasant. Much more cheery then he was, or ever would be. Would be nice to have that around.
No, I'm here to offer you a home. He brushes his wing kindly over her shoulders, stepping closer to her. Neck craned to display no ill will. His muddy eyes look into hers peering through the mane. Searching for any sign of rejection or enthusiasm. The flowers swaying in the light breeze, and the grasses rustling in their karasmatic dance. The bees landing lightly on the soft petals working to prepare for the colder months. Ants carry on marching in line to the beat of the land. Pollen floated through the air; a dragon fly hovering over their faces just as he extends his muzzle towards her.
Warm rays stretch across the land glinting off his deep colored hide. Feathers picking up in the breeze. His tail lashes against his sides. If you paid close attention probably you could make out the sounds of larks, and crickets creating a symphony of natures beauty at its height. If you would like his voice softly adds. Lost in thought the stallion shifts slightly.
Phaedrus
DEATH GIVES US SLEEP, ETERNAL YOUTH, AND IMMORTALITY
