04-21-2021, 08:28 AM
Moira has known two summers, and this one is by every account better than her first. Born into darkness, the return of the sun has also marked that real start of her own life. She is eager to experience all that this sunlit world has to offer, so at the sound of hooves, the grulla filly turns her green eyes toward the source curiously.
It is a colt, his coloring reminding her of the bark of a tree or the husk of a coconut. He’s not like any horse she’s seen up close before, and as he comes closer she smiles, sure that hhe’s coming to talk to her, because a quick chirp from the bird that lands on her back confirms that she is the only one around.
“I am!” she replies, her voice as clear and sharp as the kingfisher’s. It is a voice that sounds much nicer underwater, but she has been practicing since the invitation and at least it is no longer terribly grating to those above the surface.
“I mean, I think I am, if that is where you are going. You look like you are from here” - she gestures with her dark muzzle to the ice that glitters all across him - “So you must know where all the best fun is to be had.” Moira beams at him, a sweet naiad smile and a little something more, and doesn’t even notice that there’s been a pause in their conversation before he introduces herself.
“I’m Moira. We came here from Ischia.”
@[Oren]
It is a colt, his coloring reminding her of the bark of a tree or the husk of a coconut. He’s not like any horse she’s seen up close before, and as he comes closer she smiles, sure that hhe’s coming to talk to her, because a quick chirp from the bird that lands on her back confirms that she is the only one around.
“I am!” she replies, her voice as clear and sharp as the kingfisher’s. It is a voice that sounds much nicer underwater, but she has been practicing since the invitation and at least it is no longer terribly grating to those above the surface.
“I mean, I think I am, if that is where you are going. You look like you are from here” - she gestures with her dark muzzle to the ice that glitters all across him - “So you must know where all the best fun is to be had.” Moira beams at him, a sweet naiad smile and a little something more, and doesn’t even notice that there’s been a pause in their conversation before he introduces herself.
“I’m Moira. We came here from Ischia.”
@[Oren]