07-14-2024, 07:22 PM
The arrival of winter meant it was time for Starros’ slow migration across Beqanna to shift once more. He had grown nomadic as he aged, every day and every step bringing him a little further from the boisterous colt that would have thrived in Loess if it had not crumbled. Instead he has grown comfortable in this life, a hereditary trait passed from his mother with some regret. He drew in on himself, becoming quiet and reserved, content to map the entirety of Beqanna with his hooves.
When he sees the black mare also walking along the river, just on the other side, she looks so peaceful that he considers spreading his sun-adorned wings and taking off right then and there so that he will not interrupt her.
But sometimes nature wins out - and that boisterous colt that he feels so separated from still lurks within the shadows of his heart. So he pauses where he is. No words come to his mind that would be interesting enough to catch someone else’s attention and hold it so he uses magic instead. The winter morning light bends and coalesces into the shapes of two hummingbirds, and he sends the pair of them out towards her to flit around her. Even if she does not pause or notice him standing across the frigid water and ice, he hopes to see a spark of a smile and get the rewarding warming feeling that he brightened someone else’s day.
When he sees the black mare also walking along the river, just on the other side, she looks so peaceful that he considers spreading his sun-adorned wings and taking off right then and there so that he will not interrupt her.
But sometimes nature wins out - and that boisterous colt that he feels so separated from still lurks within the shadows of his heart. So he pauses where he is. No words come to his mind that would be interesting enough to catch someone else’s attention and hold it so he uses magic instead. The winter morning light bends and coalesces into the shapes of two hummingbirds, and he sends the pair of them out towards her to flit around her. Even if she does not pause or notice him standing across the frigid water and ice, he hopes to see a spark of a smile and get the rewarding warming feeling that he brightened someone else’s day.
@hysperia