03-30-2017, 01:02 PM
My heart saw the things my eyes couldn't see
It has long ago been established that there are few places young Fox does not dare go. So it should come as no surprise that he can be found today in, of all places, the field. He has been here once before, mostly as a lark, but today, he comes with much more serious purposes in mind. Or at least, as serious as Fox can get.
If we are being perfectly honest, that really isn’t very serious. You would be hard pressed to find a more carefree, spirited, (and, if we’re being honest) wastrel of a colt. He has spent his youth traipsing and charming his way through Beqanna, and he has no plan on stopping now. But, he has decided that his talents could be put to much better use than simple amusement and friendliness. Indeed, he had to have developed such a personality for a reason.
No time like the present to test such a theory.
And so, here he is, in the field, making a general nuisance of himself. Or at least trying to. So far he has yet to meet with success. Almost everyone else is occupied, and frankly, most of them have no inclination to pay much attention to a young stallion stuck between child and adult. A frustrating occurrence if ever there was one. Alas, he cannot change his age. Cannot change the youthful, slender build of his ruddy frame, nor can he make the shaggy red locks that flop halfway down his neck grow any faster, nor the thick, red strands of a tail that only reaches his hocks.
But then, he strikes upon gold. Well, not gold, though the color is a bit reminiscent. Rather, an amber gold mare resting quietly upon the shores of a small lake, eyes closed and hoof cocked in drowsy slumber. One who happens to be alone, if perhaps sleeping. Stepping near, he drops his head a bit, peering at her through his red forelock with bright, rather merry nut-brown eyes. ”Hello,” he says, warm voice soft, so as not to startle her, smile stretching his lips in greeting. At her feet, a small swirl of snow coalesces, causing an rose of pure white to sprout from the ground, the crystals of ice that form its petals glittering in the sunlight. ”You look as though you could use a bit of cheering up.” It’s true, though as far as Fox is concerned, everyone could use some cheering up. ”I’m Fox.”
If we are being perfectly honest, that really isn’t very serious. You would be hard pressed to find a more carefree, spirited, (and, if we’re being honest) wastrel of a colt. He has spent his youth traipsing and charming his way through Beqanna, and he has no plan on stopping now. But, he has decided that his talents could be put to much better use than simple amusement and friendliness. Indeed, he had to have developed such a personality for a reason.
No time like the present to test such a theory.
And so, here he is, in the field, making a general nuisance of himself. Or at least trying to. So far he has yet to meet with success. Almost everyone else is occupied, and frankly, most of them have no inclination to pay much attention to a young stallion stuck between child and adult. A frustrating occurrence if ever there was one. Alas, he cannot change his age. Cannot change the youthful, slender build of his ruddy frame, nor can he make the shaggy red locks that flop halfway down his neck grow any faster, nor the thick, red strands of a tail that only reaches his hocks.
But then, he strikes upon gold. Well, not gold, though the color is a bit reminiscent. Rather, an amber gold mare resting quietly upon the shores of a small lake, eyes closed and hoof cocked in drowsy slumber. One who happens to be alone, if perhaps sleeping. Stepping near, he drops his head a bit, peering at her through his red forelock with bright, rather merry nut-brown eyes. ”Hello,” he says, warm voice soft, so as not to startle her, smile stretching his lips in greeting. At her feet, a small swirl of snow coalesces, causing an rose of pure white to sprout from the ground, the crystals of ice that form its petals glittering in the sunlight. ”You look as though you could use a bit of cheering up.” It’s true, though as far as Fox is concerned, everyone could use some cheering up. ”I’m Fox.”
Fox
