02-08-2016, 01:03 PM
yael
Snow is the worst. The actual worst.
Yael’s coat is thin, her body more prone to lean muscle than warmth-saving fat, and her whole life has been spent under the unforgiving sun of the south. The thought of living somewhere that has four whole seasons, one of which she would be required to constantly use her magic to keep herself warm, is misery-inducing. She is fully aware that this reticence is reversed for most of the population, and that lush, green meadows or a vast forest are far more inviting than her sandy home will ever be. That’s ok with her. It keeps the kingdom quiet, and there numbers down to immediate relatives and those who truly want to be there.
A small, dedicated contingent is all Yael and Van need.
Their hearts need not even be pure, just… not murderous.
Yael is always a little torn between pulling the ‘apparition act’ and just flying in like a normal horse when newcomers come knocking at their borders. Feeling rather lazy at the moment (it’s rare, but it happens), she opts for a slow appearance, with plenty of room between herself and the black mare. If she startles the stranger, it isn’t by intention, and she tries to appear with a welcoming smile on her face. When the gold and silver mare is fully corporeal, she closes the feet between them and greets the other brightly.
“Xello! Velcome to ze Desert. Xow can I xelp you?”
Yael’s coat is thin, her body more prone to lean muscle than warmth-saving fat, and her whole life has been spent under the unforgiving sun of the south. The thought of living somewhere that has four whole seasons, one of which she would be required to constantly use her magic to keep herself warm, is misery-inducing. She is fully aware that this reticence is reversed for most of the population, and that lush, green meadows or a vast forest are far more inviting than her sandy home will ever be. That’s ok with her. It keeps the kingdom quiet, and there numbers down to immediate relatives and those who truly want to be there.
A small, dedicated contingent is all Yael and Van need.
Their hearts need not even be pure, just… not murderous.
Yael is always a little torn between pulling the ‘apparition act’ and just flying in like a normal horse when newcomers come knocking at their borders. Feeling rather lazy at the moment (it’s rare, but it happens), she opts for a slow appearance, with plenty of room between herself and the black mare. If she startles the stranger, it isn’t by intention, and she tries to appear with a welcoming smile on her face. When the gold and silver mare is fully corporeal, she closes the feet between them and greets the other brightly.
“Xello! Velcome to ze Desert. Xow can I xelp you?”