01-21-2020, 08:35 AM
----------------kiss me until i can't speak
From the part of the woods where the fog is still thick, the skewbald dun emerges. He could look ghostly – tall and pale and winged – but there is a pleasant smile on Pteron’s blue mouth makes him anything but. As always when in Taiga, the soft buzz of happiness colors his mind, a projection done out of habit. Pteron keeps the projection to himself, of course, and there is nothing in the air between himself and the three mares except a sense of anticipation.
The stallion comes to stand beside Lilliana, who he knows (if not well) and arrives shortly after the black mare’s request to stay.
Before he can answer, the darker mare offers a gift. It is not one he’d expected. Pteron has always been fond of magic, but this isn’t a sort he has heard of before. Protection from intruders is a useful boon, and the idea of blessings for children too. But why? He nearly asks, glances at Lilliana, and chooses not to. It’s better to not know some things.
“You are certainly welcome in Taiga,” he tells the black mare and her quieter golden companion.
“My name is Pteron. If you don’t mind, I would like to come along as Lilliana shows your our home. Perhaps you could tell me what has inspired your benevolence?”
-- pteron --
@[Craft] next?