10-17-2017, 07:48 PM
Conversation comes easily enough between them as they reminisce of their childhood, their latest adventures, and what is yet to come. They are friends that had been lost to one another for a brief while, but it’s almost as though they haven’t missed a thing. Their banter bounces to and fro, their occasional bouts of laughter seeming to carry across the hills. In the hours they travel to Loess, very little else mattered except catching up and rekindling an old friendship.
There isn’t a grand entrance at all, or a notable change in scenery, that would announce their arrival to Loess. Castile only realizes by the change in the wind and the scents carried to him for the first time. The western mountains bar the setting sun behind them, their titanic masses outlined in a hazy scarlet. An observant sweep of his eyes drinks in the new world that has swallowed him and he takes careful notice of the rocks jutting from the ground, the ferns sprouting from the cracks, and the hills that go on for miles and miles. He smiles then before looking to his left at Ivar. His mismatched gaze is soft but it contorts into something mirroring amusement when he hears the girl’s name. ”Heda? Who’s Heda?” A lopsided, boyish grin blurs the chiseled edges of his face while honing into the possibility of Ivar being tamed by a woman. While his expression speaks loudly of curiosity, his stomach churns with the idea that his two friends have already transitioned into adulthood with women at their sides. And he, the one who has known what love looks like, remains in solitude far from the warmth of a mare.
One day, he muses.
But after having asked of Heda, and bumping Ivar’s shoulder playfully, he catches a scent that he could never forget or mistake. His ears swivel forward as he hungrily drinks in the familiarity before level his mismatched gaze on his friend’s. ”I see you found Isobell, too,” he can’t even attempt to hide the protective tone in his voice, but it isn’t disapproving. He has recently reunited with his sibling, embracing her closely and gliding his muzzle along her curve of her jaw. Missing her had been an understatement; his heart was full the moment he saw her again and heard the innocence of her voice. ”Did you convince her to come to Loess as well?” This time he chuckles, not realizing that what he says is actually true.
There isn’t a grand entrance at all, or a notable change in scenery, that would announce their arrival to Loess. Castile only realizes by the change in the wind and the scents carried to him for the first time. The western mountains bar the setting sun behind them, their titanic masses outlined in a hazy scarlet. An observant sweep of his eyes drinks in the new world that has swallowed him and he takes careful notice of the rocks jutting from the ground, the ferns sprouting from the cracks, and the hills that go on for miles and miles. He smiles then before looking to his left at Ivar. His mismatched gaze is soft but it contorts into something mirroring amusement when he hears the girl’s name. ”Heda? Who’s Heda?” A lopsided, boyish grin blurs the chiseled edges of his face while honing into the possibility of Ivar being tamed by a woman. While his expression speaks loudly of curiosity, his stomach churns with the idea that his two friends have already transitioned into adulthood with women at their sides. And he, the one who has known what love looks like, remains in solitude far from the warmth of a mare.
One day, he muses.
But after having asked of Heda, and bumping Ivar’s shoulder playfully, he catches a scent that he could never forget or mistake. His ears swivel forward as he hungrily drinks in the familiarity before level his mismatched gaze on his friend’s. ”I see you found Isobell, too,” he can’t even attempt to hide the protective tone in his voice, but it isn’t disapproving. He has recently reunited with his sibling, embracing her closely and gliding his muzzle along her curve of her jaw. Missing her had been an understatement; his heart was full the moment he saw her again and heard the innocence of her voice. ”Did you convince her to come to Loess as well?” This time he chuckles, not realizing that what he says is actually true.