10-26-2020, 07:01 PM
Are you one of the water horses, she asks.
Quell, who has been rapidly scanning of the distant Tephran shore in hopes of spotting another horse coming behind, immediately ends the search and returns his brown-eyed attention directly to the apricot filly. The colt expects to find distrust or fear on her face, but instead there is awe. Awe, and then wonder and doubt, flicking across her face and voice almost too rapidly for Quell to read. The sensation is overall unsettling, and he stamps one scale surrounded hoof firmly on the damp sand in an effort to ground himself.
Now his frown is turned on the girl, who has the wits to sound concerned. Good, Quell thinks. She’s new here, it seems, even uncertain that she’s come to the right place. The black pegasus is very glad that he’d chosen to follow her, because the filly with hair like corals might be just the kind to get lured into a trap.
“Yeah this is Ischia,” he says, and his frown softens into narrowed eyes and a curious twist to his white mouth. “But you gotta be careful in these parts. Don’t go swimming in the water on the island with anybody you don’t know, okay. There’s some…water-horses that aren’t so friendly.” Kelpies, he thinks, the carnivorous counterpart to the breathtakingly lovely nereids that rule these tropic shores. He lets the canines of his teeth shift to those of his pinniped body, pointed and over-large in his equine mouth, and he shows them when he runs a nervous tongue across them.
“This place is real nice otherwise though.” Quell adds with a shrug of his winged shoulders. “It’s real pretty. Nice food. Good swimming.” Swimming he’s just warned her away from, he realizes, and falls suddenly quiet. His golden-tipped ears flick uncertainly, and he takes a sidestep toward the sea.
@[starsonder]
Quell, who has been rapidly scanning of the distant Tephran shore in hopes of spotting another horse coming behind, immediately ends the search and returns his brown-eyed attention directly to the apricot filly. The colt expects to find distrust or fear on her face, but instead there is awe. Awe, and then wonder and doubt, flicking across her face and voice almost too rapidly for Quell to read. The sensation is overall unsettling, and he stamps one scale surrounded hoof firmly on the damp sand in an effort to ground himself.
Now his frown is turned on the girl, who has the wits to sound concerned. Good, Quell thinks. She’s new here, it seems, even uncertain that she’s come to the right place. The black pegasus is very glad that he’d chosen to follow her, because the filly with hair like corals might be just the kind to get lured into a trap.
“Yeah this is Ischia,” he says, and his frown softens into narrowed eyes and a curious twist to his white mouth. “But you gotta be careful in these parts. Don’t go swimming in the water on the island with anybody you don’t know, okay. There’s some…water-horses that aren’t so friendly.” Kelpies, he thinks, the carnivorous counterpart to the breathtakingly lovely nereids that rule these tropic shores. He lets the canines of his teeth shift to those of his pinniped body, pointed and over-large in his equine mouth, and he shows them when he runs a nervous tongue across them.
“This place is real nice otherwise though.” Quell adds with a shrug of his winged shoulders. “It’s real pretty. Nice food. Good swimming.” Swimming he’s just warned her away from, he realizes, and falls suddenly quiet. His golden-tipped ears flick uncertainly, and he takes a sidestep toward the sea.
@[starsonder]