10-12-2017, 07:32 PM
Shirad
The stranger continues to show a willingness to answer her questions, pleasing Shirad thoroughly. She moves her teal frame hesitantly closer to the stallion and squints her amethyst eyes at his black and white scales that glimmer in the sun. She giggles at the way he lifts his leg closer to her and she sniffs at it briefly - he still smells like a horse, not that it's terrible. She knows that even she can smell bad sometimes, after her and Tauber have been running through the woods all night.
Shirad recoils a few strides and grins at the painted stallion, her ears flopping forward at the inquiry he presents her with. She follows his gaze to her starry legs, at the swirls of purple and blue, before turning back to the stallion and shrugging her small shoulders. "Mom says that Dad gave them to me, but it sounds cooler if I say I put them there." This stallion is smart and kinda funny, and Loess isn't so bad either.
"Wait, do you have a name? Mine is Shirad," she offers semi-politely to the stallion as her purple eyes move curiously back to his dragon hide. "And how did you get your scales?" Maybe he had met someone who gave him his scales, or maybe it was a magic trick - either way, the young girl is enthralled and wants some for her own.
Shirad recoils a few strides and grins at the painted stallion, her ears flopping forward at the inquiry he presents her with. She follows his gaze to her starry legs, at the swirls of purple and blue, before turning back to the stallion and shrugging her small shoulders. "Mom says that Dad gave them to me, but it sounds cooler if I say I put them there." This stallion is smart and kinda funny, and Loess isn't so bad either.
"Wait, do you have a name? Mine is Shirad," she offers semi-politely to the stallion as her purple eyes move curiously back to his dragon hide. "And how did you get your scales?" Maybe he had met someone who gave him his scales, or maybe it was a magic trick - either way, the young girl is enthralled and wants some for her own.
If the morning light don't steal our soul, we will walk away from empty gold.
@[Ivar] - Sorry this is all over the frickin place.