04-27-2018, 03:57 PM
the secret of our world is written in the stars
The crisp, cool air shifts the long and swaying branches of his willow across his milk and honey back, brittle against his skin from the lack of rain and warmth. Tendrils of ivory and contrasting blue gently brush against his face and neck, tangled together with a single red and black feather, as well as a vibrant cornflower from the wildflowers of the meadow that Kagerus had brought him. He is sure that she had meant to gesture to be a joke, but he accepted it with a dashing smile and has made sure it remained, even though soon it would crumble and fall from his mane from where she had placed it.
The sun still shines beautifully - the wind has scrubbed the sky clear from any clouds, leaving nothing but golden light to filter through the willow, playing patterns across the ground beneath. Even without the warmth and rain from summer, Hyaline still continues to flourish despite the slow crawl of snow beginning to make its way down the mountains that surround the plentiful valley. The wind shifts again, pulling the branches of his willow just so, parting before him for the most fleeting of moments, allowing the cerulean of his eyes to catch the glimpse of something dark and unfamiliar upon the hillside before him - something looking towards the lake he frequents.
Svedka snorts softly, lifting his head slightly and turning his ears forward in interest. The wind has already released the branches and hide the figure from his view again, but in the next moment he is pushing himself through the long vines and into the dazzling sunlight. The figure on the hillside is dark against the green-gold of the valley’s grasses and the many white boulders and rocks that surround it, but as the stallion trots casually forward, he comes to realize quickly that it is in fact a horse. He smiles then, electric and contagious, before offering the stranger a neigh in greeting even though he is still a distance away.
He comes to stand before her, halting his movement with a gentle snort releasing from his alabaster nostrils, his wild and curious eyes glancing over her swiftly. “Hello, I’m Svedka,” he begins, his voice deep yet incredibly light, still smiling. “You’ve made it to Hyaline, stranger. Though I hope you do not remain a stranger for long.”
The sun still shines beautifully - the wind has scrubbed the sky clear from any clouds, leaving nothing but golden light to filter through the willow, playing patterns across the ground beneath. Even without the warmth and rain from summer, Hyaline still continues to flourish despite the slow crawl of snow beginning to make its way down the mountains that surround the plentiful valley. The wind shifts again, pulling the branches of his willow just so, parting before him for the most fleeting of moments, allowing the cerulean of his eyes to catch the glimpse of something dark and unfamiliar upon the hillside before him - something looking towards the lake he frequents.
Svedka snorts softly, lifting his head slightly and turning his ears forward in interest. The wind has already released the branches and hide the figure from his view again, but in the next moment he is pushing himself through the long vines and into the dazzling sunlight. The figure on the hillside is dark against the green-gold of the valley’s grasses and the many white boulders and rocks that surround it, but as the stallion trots casually forward, he comes to realize quickly that it is in fact a horse. He smiles then, electric and contagious, before offering the stranger a neigh in greeting even though he is still a distance away.
He comes to stand before her, halting his movement with a gentle snort releasing from his alabaster nostrils, his wild and curious eyes glancing over her swiftly. “Hello, I’m Svedka,” he begins, his voice deep yet incredibly light, still smiling. “You’ve made it to Hyaline, stranger. Though I hope you do not remain a stranger for long.”
(be my escape)
Svedka