06-26-2016, 09:57 AM
His lip curls with disgust when he draws his teal eyes up to see them gather. They're measly in numbers and their attitudes are even worse. The lavender youngling almost falls over Sreva, who's ignoring him – that indeed ruined his frown a little upside down. Sabé's face his contorted with a scowl and her ears flat. “What's the point of that, dare I ask?” He tips his white face to the side and lets his forelock tumble off the edge to dangle over his cheek. He doesn't even listen for the answer, looking down at Angelle, “Don't mind them. They'll get over themselves eventually. You're welcome here – and don't take any shit or you'll be on the bottom.” He chortles and gives her a playful wink before stepping forward, ahead of the filly and mother.
“ And what, pray tell, is everyone so salty about, aye?” He's too far from Sreva to notice her injuries, but her sluggishness doesn't elude his attention. She seems to be ignoring him, so he returns the favor, settling his stare on his little lavendula. “Hi yourself, how's it hanging love? Playing nice, right?” He makes himself chuckle a little bit.
The Volcanic environment is perfect, in Chem's eyes. There's much more than just the Forest. There are several forests, even a smaller version of the Frontiers – but the meadows, the waterfall, the massive crystalline lake, the beach, the lagoon, the isles – all of it seems to have it's own micro-ecosystem and climate of it's own. The swamps seem tropical, the north is windy and mostly grassy hills, the south full of thick ashwood forests the west is all sea kissing sand and stone. Hot springs dot the landscape in small clusters, ideal for when winter is heavy or after a long journey, or battle.
He finds nothing to be disappointing, necessarily, except for these grumpy gills – of course.
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
@[Sabé] @[Helleborn] @[Sreva] @[Angelle]
