02-24-2018, 11:03 AM
the secret of our world is written in the stars
The group is coming towards the middle of Hyaline, where the heart of the country flourishes around the crystalline lake. Wisteria and willows line the glass-like water, sprouting blossoms in a myriad of colors while long, thin branches sway in autumnal breezes. Despite the slight chill that the wind brings into the depths of the valley, a golden and alabaster man with feathers in his mane swims purposelessly beneath the clear sunshine and blue-scrubbed sky, diving beneath the surface and coming up again, lilypads with white blooms parting from his broad chest with each strong stroke of his muscular legs.
Svedka hears voices, and with an excited jerk he turns his head towards the slope of the valley that the group’s voices now cascade downwards, the wind sending them their scents and their excited voices. He snorts, swiftly moving to shallower waters in a few strides, droplets of clear water leaving his nostrils. He recognizes Solace’s voice (queenly and regal, yet light and graceful), and his brilliant blue eyes begin to sparkle. His mind does not wonder if the group is here on business, but there are new faces amongst them and it is not in his nature to keep to himself - especially when his sister is involved.
As his hooves strike the pebble-covered lake bottom, he lifts his nose into the air and calls to them loudly, his body shaking with the reverberation. He is smiling wistfully, parting from his familiar lake with strong leaps from where he had once stood at shoulder-depth, his hooves meeting the damp mud of the bank with a powerful stride. Water runs down his sides and chest in rivulets, spinning from his ivory and blue mane and tail, pooling beneath his strong hooves. He comes towards the group at a choppy gait, lakeweed clinging to parts of his shoulders and legs. He is a wild spirit contained within an equine body, sliding to a halt before them with a breathless smile. There is a child amongst the group, and two other women he has never seen before.
“Solace!” he gushes, waiting for his twin to walk closer so that he joins her on the other side, looking at Wound (though he does not know her name yet) from over Solace’s shoulder, bobbing his head in greeting. “Are we all going for a swim?” He asks, the lake water still dripping heavily from his body. “The water is still warm from the summer, we must enjoy it before it is too cold!”
Svedka hears voices, and with an excited jerk he turns his head towards the slope of the valley that the group’s voices now cascade downwards, the wind sending them their scents and their excited voices. He snorts, swiftly moving to shallower waters in a few strides, droplets of clear water leaving his nostrils. He recognizes Solace’s voice (queenly and regal, yet light and graceful), and his brilliant blue eyes begin to sparkle. His mind does not wonder if the group is here on business, but there are new faces amongst them and it is not in his nature to keep to himself - especially when his sister is involved.
As his hooves strike the pebble-covered lake bottom, he lifts his nose into the air and calls to them loudly, his body shaking with the reverberation. He is smiling wistfully, parting from his familiar lake with strong leaps from where he had once stood at shoulder-depth, his hooves meeting the damp mud of the bank with a powerful stride. Water runs down his sides and chest in rivulets, spinning from his ivory and blue mane and tail, pooling beneath his strong hooves. He comes towards the group at a choppy gait, lakeweed clinging to parts of his shoulders and legs. He is a wild spirit contained within an equine body, sliding to a halt before them with a breathless smile. There is a child amongst the group, and two other women he has never seen before.
“Solace!” he gushes, waiting for his twin to walk closer so that he joins her on the other side, looking at Wound (though he does not know her name yet) from over Solace’s shoulder, bobbing his head in greeting. “Are we all going for a swim?” He asks, the lake water still dripping heavily from his body. “The water is still warm from the summer, we must enjoy it before it is too cold!”
(be my escape)
Svedka
[ooc] i hope this is okay, he couldn't resist <3