02-08-2016, 09:10 PM
I HAVE A HEART I SWEAR I DO,
JUST NOT BABY WHEN IT COMES TO YOU.
It is like any typical spring day in the field. The season of new life was here, along with fresh vegetation and newborn foals. There are many horses here in the heart of the field, where a small cascade of liquid runs down a cliff-side before reaching the lake. Corbin was not surprised to see many gathered around the lake this mid-morning. After all, that’s where he was heading towards.
It was a small routine he built into his morning since he arrived back in Beqanna but he wasn’t sure for how long that would be. Corbin had never been a long time planner and often changes his routine a lot. I suppose you could say he grew bored of things quickly. He didn’t stay around one place for long and most of his friendships ended without real any reason. Corbin was just a simple guy, he liked to live in the moments and make others laugh. He never asked for much.
However, he isn’t sure what brought him back to Beqanna. Corbin likely thinks it might be because the outside world bored him now. Beqanna was his homeland. It’s been two years since he has been gone. He isn’t sure what he is going to do here. The field was the best way to figure it out – something he remembers his mother telling him a long time ago – since the only place he knows in Beqanna was the Deserts. And he doesn’t feel particularly interested in going back there. It was just too damn dry for his liking.
Corbin’s hazel eyes, a mix of gold and teal, scan across the field. He can feel the warmth of the sun on his indigo golden stripped body. It’s a nice day, he has to admit, but maybe a little warmer to his liking would be nice. However, he shouldn’t complain too much since he knew he could do nothing about it. Corbin is comfortable in just accepting the fact how things are. So, indigo and golden stripped boy makes his way to the lake.
He makes his way between two small groups that stand at the lakeside. Corbin is comfortable around others. He actually has come to prefer to surround himself with others. There was just something about paying attention to others he liked. Maybe it was the conversations, discussing things for hours and hours. The boy was fond of witty conversations but never anything philosophical about the world and questions like “what-ifs”. He knew there was already plenty enough of those type of others to go around in the world. He simply just relaxed and enjoyed himself including the presence of others.
Corbin dips his head down, his tongue laps at the water as he drinks. His hazel eyes, however, keep an eye on the crowd around him. He is curious to see who will have the courage to speak to him today. It’s not like he was a scary looking guy. In fact, Corbin was rather pleasant to look upon and rarely ever was greeted with a negative attitude. He preferred the more positive minded individuals anyway, not that he was cold-hearted against the more depressed, negative type. He could bear with them for a time, but not too long. For now, he just simply waits and see what happens (until it becomes too boring for him).
It was a small routine he built into his morning since he arrived back in Beqanna but he wasn’t sure for how long that would be. Corbin had never been a long time planner and often changes his routine a lot. I suppose you could say he grew bored of things quickly. He didn’t stay around one place for long and most of his friendships ended without real any reason. Corbin was just a simple guy, he liked to live in the moments and make others laugh. He never asked for much.
However, he isn’t sure what brought him back to Beqanna. Corbin likely thinks it might be because the outside world bored him now. Beqanna was his homeland. It’s been two years since he has been gone. He isn’t sure what he is going to do here. The field was the best way to figure it out – something he remembers his mother telling him a long time ago – since the only place he knows in Beqanna was the Deserts. And he doesn’t feel particularly interested in going back there. It was just too damn dry for his liking.
Corbin’s hazel eyes, a mix of gold and teal, scan across the field. He can feel the warmth of the sun on his indigo golden stripped body. It’s a nice day, he has to admit, but maybe a little warmer to his liking would be nice. However, he shouldn’t complain too much since he knew he could do nothing about it. Corbin is comfortable in just accepting the fact how things are. So, indigo and golden stripped boy makes his way to the lake.
He makes his way between two small groups that stand at the lakeside. Corbin is comfortable around others. He actually has come to prefer to surround himself with others. There was just something about paying attention to others he liked. Maybe it was the conversations, discussing things for hours and hours. The boy was fond of witty conversations but never anything philosophical about the world and questions like “what-ifs”. He knew there was already plenty enough of those type of others to go around in the world. He simply just relaxed and enjoyed himself including the presence of others.
Corbin dips his head down, his tongue laps at the water as he drinks. His hazel eyes, however, keep an eye on the crowd around him. He is curious to see who will have the courage to speak to him today. It’s not like he was a scary looking guy. In fact, Corbin was rather pleasant to look upon and rarely ever was greeted with a negative attitude. He preferred the more positive minded individuals anyway, not that he was cold-hearted against the more depressed, negative type. He could bear with them for a time, but not too long. For now, he just simply waits and see what happens (until it becomes too boring for him).
OOC: Bleh. Sucky post. It's my first time to bear with me. As well, no Tundra, Chamber or Deserts since I already have ponies there
