08-29-2017, 05:43 AM
ORION'S BELT
It was a cool Autumn evening with a slight breeze to the north. Winter was coming inevitably. His neutral hues did nothing to mask him amongst the colors of Sylva. Even at night. The sky, of which he could see, looked clear tonight so he meandered towards what little clearing were available of Sylvas forest canopy. A soft luminous glow lead him.
As he approached the light his blue eyes cast upwards to view the radiant night sky. There they were... There he was. Each intricately place light told a story and he knew them all.
A quiet patter of hooves twisted his ears to the source. It was a familiar beat he would recognize anywhere. The colt had grown quickly. Strong and level headed. Of curious mind so he wonders what was on it tonight, "My Son, what troubles ye this eve?" The young one has enjoyed many days in Sylva alongside others his age. He contemplates when they will return to Nerine to further the child's knowledge...
As he approached the light his blue eyes cast upwards to view the radiant night sky. There they were... There he was. Each intricately place light told a story and he knew them all.
A quiet patter of hooves twisted his ears to the source. It was a familiar beat he would recognize anywhere. The colt had grown quickly. Strong and level headed. Of curious mind so he wonders what was on it tonight, "My Son, what troubles ye this eve?" The young one has enjoyed many days in Sylva alongside others his age. He contemplates when they will return to Nerine to further the child's knowledge...
Warrior by Day, Hunter by Night
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