02-22-2018, 08:01 PM
It's raining, and for once, it's not because of him.
The droplets are more like sharp pebbles as they slam down into the two stallions making their way towards the mountains. Drenched as they are, both of their coats appear nearly black, the only distinguishing feature the blue tones of Nuage's limbs and nose, and the ivory white of Nihlus' legs. But in the dark, and in the storm, there truly isn't anyone around to care just what they look like.
Well, almost no one.
There is magic here... The spirit of Beqanna. That which the faeries are devoted to - that which they seek out now. Together. As one.
It is a perilous journey, and one which has barely begun, never mind reached its fruition, that being arriving to the peak of the Mountain and asking for a blessing upon them.
He's cursing under his breath, ears pinned against the onslaught. But when his glowing eyes flash to Nuage, the obscenities slow, and he reaches out to push a strand of sopping wet forelock out of the stallion's eyes. <b>"I'm sorry we couldn't have picked a better day, my love,"</b> he smiles in a way that isn't his usual, with feeling, genuine and raw. <b>"But... Nothing in the world could make me wait for this."</b> He presses a kiss to his lover's jaw again, and then turns to focus on the dangerous journey ahead.
@[Nuage]
The droplets are more like sharp pebbles as they slam down into the two stallions making their way towards the mountains. Drenched as they are, both of their coats appear nearly black, the only distinguishing feature the blue tones of Nuage's limbs and nose, and the ivory white of Nihlus' legs. But in the dark, and in the storm, there truly isn't anyone around to care just what they look like.
Well, almost no one.
There is magic here... The spirit of Beqanna. That which the faeries are devoted to - that which they seek out now. Together. As one.
It is a perilous journey, and one which has barely begun, never mind reached its fruition, that being arriving to the peak of the Mountain and asking for a blessing upon them.
He's cursing under his breath, ears pinned against the onslaught. But when his glowing eyes flash to Nuage, the obscenities slow, and he reaches out to push a strand of sopping wet forelock out of the stallion's eyes. <b>"I'm sorry we couldn't have picked a better day, my love,"</b> he smiles in a way that isn't his usual, with feeling, genuine and raw. <b>"But... Nothing in the world could make me wait for this."</b> He presses a kiss to his lover's jaw again, and then turns to focus on the dangerous journey ahead.
@[Nuage]