12-11-2015, 03:13 AM
As the sun melts the land, so the hearts of horses seem to harden. Corin watches a mare trotting away with a newborn foal behind her, not looking back when the youngster falls and gets left behind. He wishes it was the first foal he'd seen abandoned in the short time he had been waiting here, but alas; he is about to approach the child, to take it and keep it with him, but the arrival of another stallion from the sky distracts him (clearly his attention span is too short to be a hero).
The other stallion approaches, and Corin turns towards him. After taking in his wings (and his blue mane and tail, though they are hardly exciting to a striped stallion), when the other stallion – Phaedrus – speaks, Corin lazily turns to reply, but is cut short by the arrival of another. This one seems different, positions himself carefully, and when his gaze falls upon Corin, the striped stallion can see that the other's eyes can't see. He has to catch himself before he nods at the newcomer in greeting, and instead utters a simple “Hello”.
The other stallion approaches, and Corin turns towards him. After taking in his wings (and his blue mane and tail, though they are hardly exciting to a striped stallion), when the other stallion – Phaedrus – speaks, Corin lazily turns to reply, but is cut short by the arrival of another. This one seems different, positions himself carefully, and when his gaze falls upon Corin, the striped stallion can see that the other's eyes can't see. He has to catch himself before he nods at the newcomer in greeting, and instead utters a simple “Hello”.
A third approaches now, a bay filly with light pink points, and he welcomes the female company. He is not a player, not good with his words or with women, but he enjoys their company, and it is nice to break up this group of males, for now. She, like the others, introduces herself and her home, and after a quick glance to ensure no-one else is sneaking over, Corin addresses all three. “Hello, Phaedrus, Brynmor, Ygritte. I am Corin.” He cocks his head, looking at each horse in turn, pretending he is contemplating who to follow when he is actually trying to work out what to say next.
“What is so special about each of your homes? Why do you enjoy being there?” He asks next, watching carefully to see what the replies are. He knows a little about the kingdoms – enough to be able to find many, especially those his parents spent time in – but kingdom life, that he has not yet experienced. He wants somewhere that feels like a home, not just somewhere to serve.
What each horse says about their own kingdom is likely to be enough to decide for Corin.