05-30-2015, 03:48 AM
She wasn't expecting much of an answer as she let her question hang in the air like a stray pendulum; so the mare was quite astounded when he answered. In another light, she didn't expect him to stay with her, the idea of a steed she had in her mind was one who often visited the field to gain more maidens for his harem. Often the light in which Nyryn viewed men was not that great. She'd seen good stallions, Hakeem was one of them, but he was a fatherly figure to her in times of need. Other than that she had witnessed her mother get abused many a time, normally resulting in a sibling for Nyryn or two. She had many, and wondered now, as she trod upon the earth in Forest Frontiers, where they were.
"Home." the word tastes foreign in her mouth, like some bittersweet candy, she chews thoughtfully on the word, looks at the painted steed and nods her head, slowly. "Home has a nice sound to it."
At his touch she immediately shied away, she was not expecting any form of physical contact. The blue lady had known nothing in life, no real friends, no real comfort. Not even her mother had nickered encouragingly when she first took flight on her wings. Not even a gentle nuzzle when she was sad, angry, that another sibling was born and more time taken away from her. Yes, the maiden grew up to be a little bitter, but now in the light of the forest, the smell of the pine, she was starting to loosen up knotted muscles and tight bones.
She wormed away from him for a moment, outstretched her wings to their full state and she bobbed off the ground, all four ashen hooves tucked neatly beneath her as she bobbed in the air, her wings fluttering gently to keep her afloat.
"A run? Now I think I have the advantage there." her tone was smooth, sweet. She spun in the air, upon haunches and she glided along, by his side as he cantered through the pines. There was a freedom here, tasting it upon her lips. Sweet pine, delicate redwood. It wasn't just the forest that was making her a bit heady, being here with another, it felt strange and made her feel knotted with emotion. He was a kindred spirit to the woodland, she saw that with ease, how he bounded and leapt through the leaves and the melting snow. He took great pleasure and peace in this land. She understood now, why he chose it.
"There's a lot of magic hidden in Beqanna." Nyryn lands on the ground at her statement, pawing at the earth with her hoof. "Magic runs through the veins in the earth here. It blesses many and curses some." the blue whispers, partly to herself and partly to her companion.
"You are rather spiritual. A kindred to the earth. I've never met anyone like that here, before."
"Home." the word tastes foreign in her mouth, like some bittersweet candy, she chews thoughtfully on the word, looks at the painted steed and nods her head, slowly. "Home has a nice sound to it."
At his touch she immediately shied away, she was not expecting any form of physical contact. The blue lady had known nothing in life, no real friends, no real comfort. Not even her mother had nickered encouragingly when she first took flight on her wings. Not even a gentle nuzzle when she was sad, angry, that another sibling was born and more time taken away from her. Yes, the maiden grew up to be a little bitter, but now in the light of the forest, the smell of the pine, she was starting to loosen up knotted muscles and tight bones.
She wormed away from him for a moment, outstretched her wings to their full state and she bobbed off the ground, all four ashen hooves tucked neatly beneath her as she bobbed in the air, her wings fluttering gently to keep her afloat.
"A run? Now I think I have the advantage there." her tone was smooth, sweet. She spun in the air, upon haunches and she glided along, by his side as he cantered through the pines. There was a freedom here, tasting it upon her lips. Sweet pine, delicate redwood. It wasn't just the forest that was making her a bit heady, being here with another, it felt strange and made her feel knotted with emotion. He was a kindred spirit to the woodland, she saw that with ease, how he bounded and leapt through the leaves and the melting snow. He took great pleasure and peace in this land. She understood now, why he chose it.
"There's a lot of magic hidden in Beqanna." Nyryn lands on the ground at her statement, pawing at the earth with her hoof. "Magic runs through the veins in the earth here. It blesses many and curses some." the blue whispers, partly to herself and partly to her companion.
"You are rather spiritual. A kindred to the earth. I've never met anyone like that here, before."
Nyryn