let my shadows prove the sunshine
Sometimes he wonders if he is truly lucky or if he has some sort of ability that draws others to him. Either way he is ecstatic at the sound of another beside him, throwing his head up in a mixture of surprise and elation, a short whinny leaving his pink lips as his cerulean gaze finds the other.
Svedka’s galavant in the sea stops mid prance, a single white and gold foreleg curled, unabashedly allowing his gaze to take in the stranger, his expression of laughter being overtaken with a quiet awe, his brows rising with it. He is gold - but not like the light champagne of his own two-toned body, and not even gold like the sun. He is gold like the lava running down Tephra’s volcano, like the beautiful yet dangerous magma that simmers beneath the earth.
Svedka does not care that he is taking his time allowing his eyes to sweep the man, a breathless smile on his face as he finally meets the steel-grey of the winged stallion’s eyes. The stranger hadn’t stopped even though Svedka had and without much reservation, the other joined him in the cool, strong tide. He finally laughs, the push of the waves giving him a bit of extra speed as he takes two or three leaps towards the bronzed stallion, eager to close the distance between them. “Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t say no,” he tells the stallion, his voice warm like the sun cascading overhead, a delicious smile on his face to let the stranger know that, of course, he didn’t mind. “My name is Svedka.”
“What brings you to the coast?” Svedka asks curiously over the sound of the rhythmic waves as the current pulls and pushes at their legs, shifting his weight every so often to keep his balance. He is smirking, curious and interested in this golden stranger that has suddenly joined him. The blue and white of his mane stick haphazardly to his neck, his forelock plastered against the bold white of his face.
svedka
@[elio]