06-20-2020, 06:40 PM
Yanhua
Yanhua shrugged. He hadn’t the slightest clue what gave him horns, and he wasn’t sure which (if any) excuse would satisfy Serabi. Yan had no way of knowing if the mutation giving him horns and splitting his hooves apart was passed down from his father’s side, his mother’s, or just some product of Beqanna working its magic over him. Lilliana, his dam, had told him more than once about a pair of magicians living here who’d given every child born in Taiga a little gift of their powers, so maybe it was them? Or maybe not. In all cases, the golden-haired chestnut could only speculate why he was having growing pains.
“Oh… okay.” The colt murmured half-heartedly. He didn’t exactly care for the company of others either; then again he wasn’t sneaking into unknown territory at odd hours during the night. “To each their own, I suppose.” Yanhua thought to himself. His eyebrows rose in mild disbelief, unconvinced that the shadowy pony didn’t have ulterior motives, but in the near-dark his expression was hard to read.
“Y’know,” He tried again, shuffling his hooves around in the wet, dark soil to find a more comfortable stance, “there’s quieter places than a central territory.” He meant Taiga and her location as a tri-kingdom passageway. “Icicle isle is barren. Pretty quiet, I’d assume. Island resort is renowned for its solitude. I’m actually not even sure if anyone lives there anymore.”
Sadly for Serabi, it looked like Yanhua was a bit too curious to let go of her short dismissal. He’d like to (for her sake) but having never really gotten the opportunity to intercept a stranger before, Yanhua stubbornly persisted in asking her questions. “Are you on your way to Icicle isle, then?” He tried a more direct approach, blinking once or twice in the soft light of his forelock. “I could walk you north if you’d like. I’m pretty familiar with these woods.”
“Oh… okay.” The colt murmured half-heartedly. He didn’t exactly care for the company of others either; then again he wasn’t sneaking into unknown territory at odd hours during the night. “To each their own, I suppose.” Yanhua thought to himself. His eyebrows rose in mild disbelief, unconvinced that the shadowy pony didn’t have ulterior motives, but in the near-dark his expression was hard to read.
“Y’know,” He tried again, shuffling his hooves around in the wet, dark soil to find a more comfortable stance, “there’s quieter places than a central territory.” He meant Taiga and her location as a tri-kingdom passageway. “Icicle isle is barren. Pretty quiet, I’d assume. Island resort is renowned for its solitude. I’m actually not even sure if anyone lives there anymore.”
Sadly for Serabi, it looked like Yanhua was a bit too curious to let go of her short dismissal. He’d like to (for her sake) but having never really gotten the opportunity to intercept a stranger before, Yanhua stubbornly persisted in asking her questions. “Are you on your way to Icicle isle, then?” He tried a more direct approach, blinking once or twice in the soft light of his forelock. “I could walk you north if you’d like. I’m pretty familiar with these woods.”
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