04-28-2017, 11:55 AM
My heart saw the things my eyes couldn't see
He is also probably too old for a lot of things. Not that that ever stops him from doing them. With the joy of his heart and good nature of his spirit, it is debatable whether he will ever actually grow up. And, honestly, one only has to look at the young red stallion to know the truth of those words. Laying in his patch of snow, covered in a layer of glimmering white crystals, with a happy grin upon his lips, this is all very much in evidence.
He’s not really paying too much attention to who might be around him, so it should come as no surprise that he is rather startled by the approach of another. With a soft snort, his wide, soft brown gaze turns abruptly to the filly standing near the edge his own little patch of heaven. The surprise does not last long however. It is quickly replaced by a wide, friendly grin, a glint of humor sparking in those amber eyes.
Thrusting his long front limbs out, he heaves himself quickly to his feet. With a shake, he looses the glimmering powder from his coat, revealing the mottled red and white hairs beneath. Turning, he settles the full force of his gaze onto the young mare, one corner of his lip quirking up. ”It’s snow! It’ll be here in full force soon enough. Or, well, not here specifically. But outside of Tephra.” He pauses to draw in a much needed breath, his features turning thoughtful. “I’m not really sure how I do it, it just kinda happens. Dad told me it has something to do with the magic of Christmas.”
With a quick flurry, a swirl of snow and ice settles across his companion’s mane, glimmering in the sunlight like patchwork diamonds. ”There, perfect!” he announces rather proudly. Suddenly, as though realizing just how much he had been chattering, his grin turns a bit sheepish. “I’m Fox, by the way.” He quiets then, gaze surveying the girl before him with more consideration than he had previously, admiring the red of her coat, the blue of her markings, the gentle curving of her horns. “I really like your horns. They’re quite lovely.”
He’s not really paying too much attention to who might be around him, so it should come as no surprise that he is rather startled by the approach of another. With a soft snort, his wide, soft brown gaze turns abruptly to the filly standing near the edge his own little patch of heaven. The surprise does not last long however. It is quickly replaced by a wide, friendly grin, a glint of humor sparking in those amber eyes.
Thrusting his long front limbs out, he heaves himself quickly to his feet. With a shake, he looses the glimmering powder from his coat, revealing the mottled red and white hairs beneath. Turning, he settles the full force of his gaze onto the young mare, one corner of his lip quirking up. ”It’s snow! It’ll be here in full force soon enough. Or, well, not here specifically. But outside of Tephra.” He pauses to draw in a much needed breath, his features turning thoughtful. “I’m not really sure how I do it, it just kinda happens. Dad told me it has something to do with the magic of Christmas.”
With a quick flurry, a swirl of snow and ice settles across his companion’s mane, glimmering in the sunlight like patchwork diamonds. ”There, perfect!” he announces rather proudly. Suddenly, as though realizing just how much he had been chattering, his grin turns a bit sheepish. “I’m Fox, by the way.” He quiets then, gaze surveying the girl before him with more consideration than he had previously, admiring the red of her coat, the blue of her markings, the gentle curving of her horns. “I really like your horns. They’re quite lovely.”
Fox
