10-21-2018, 10:45 AM
I pull a stray white hair from between my pale feathers as Ardashir articulates; it is either mine or Wolfbane's. I can't tell them apart usually, and today is no exception. The reminder of the striped stallion brings a smile to my face independent of the lovely description of the northern kingdom that the white stallion paints.
I have seen little of the world of Beqanna, and even less of the world beyond.
Still, I recognize the scarred horse's description of Hyaline, and at that my smile fades ever so slightly. Probably not enough for Aradashir to notice; I am skilled at this after all. There had certainly been times I felt that they would never let me go, but this is not the right time to be thinking of such things. Instead I nod ascent to his suggestion that we start at the beach.
I have only ever seen a bit of Ischia, a tiny southern tip of the islands. The idea of cliffs that meet the ocean sound beautiful and I am eager to see them.
"How long have you lived in Nerine?" I ask as I wait for him to lead the way to the beach. I can guess in the general direction of the sea, but I am unfamiliar with the land and the quickest trails. A long time, is the answer I expect from him. He is the Champion, after all, yet he is not exceptionally old.
I wonder if he was not born here, or at the very least brought as a young child. Being raised among the warrior women has a way of marking a horse, and I glance out of the corner of my blue grey eyes at the tall stallion, wondering if he bears those marks.
ooc: so i am terrible and forgot about this thread i am SO sorry please forgive
@[Ardashir]
I have seen little of the world of Beqanna, and even less of the world beyond.
Still, I recognize the scarred horse's description of Hyaline, and at that my smile fades ever so slightly. Probably not enough for Aradashir to notice; I am skilled at this after all. There had certainly been times I felt that they would never let me go, but this is not the right time to be thinking of such things. Instead I nod ascent to his suggestion that we start at the beach.
I have only ever seen a bit of Ischia, a tiny southern tip of the islands. The idea of cliffs that meet the ocean sound beautiful and I am eager to see them.
"How long have you lived in Nerine?" I ask as I wait for him to lead the way to the beach. I can guess in the general direction of the sea, but I am unfamiliar with the land and the quickest trails. A long time, is the answer I expect from him. He is the Champion, after all, yet he is not exceptionally old.
I wonder if he was not born here, or at the very least brought as a young child. Being raised among the warrior women has a way of marking a horse, and I glance out of the corner of my blue grey eyes at the tall stallion, wondering if he bears those marks.
ooc: so i am terrible and forgot about this thread i am SO sorry please forgive
@[Ardashir]
