The sulphur had not been a pleasant scent at first and Magnus would be lying to say his own nose had not wrinkled the first time it had hit him. The bite in the air had been unpleasant, foreign, sharp, but it had mellowed with time, the golden stallion growing more accustomed to the unique nature of their home. It was worth it, he thought, to be gifted with such a lush landscape, the vegetation rich and salty breeze often doing wonders to push the worst of the scent away. Tephra was, in its own way, a paradise for them.
Still, he anticipated that newcomers would not love it right away and when he watched the brightly colored mare walk into the land and watched her nose wrinkle in distaste, he could not help but laugh. The sound was warm and seeing as he was not far from her, it was likely she heard as he was not far when she called out. “Hello, Wreath!” he greeted as he made his way toward her, the warm breeze shifting his inky mane to the other side of his thickly muscled neck. “It is such a pleasure to see you here.”
In truth, it was. He had not anticipated her taking him up on his offer, not with others on the table, but it always warmed his heart to know that there were those interested in making Tephra their own home. He may be leader of this land, but he did not view himself a King; he was more shepherd than anything, and he knew the best way to protect his flock was to continue to bring new blood into the land. As he came to a stop, a kind glint in his eye, he gestured around them. “This is Tephra.” He glanced back toward her and winked. “I promise that the scent becomes easier with time.” And, as if just for him, the wind picked up, shifting the bitter scent of sulphur away and instead bringing in the salt and brine of the nearby ocean.
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