12-31-2018, 09:46 AM
There is no response to her query, just the sound of rustling grass. Whoever it is is coming closer. His mother's breathing grows somewhat shallow. The colt doesn't realize what she's doing, but he recognizes that she has become almost impossibly still. Before he can speak she appears to snap out of it, and a breath later there is a stranger appearing through the golden curtain.
Lepis smiles, because he has paused an acceptable distance away. He might have acknowledged her sooner, Lepis allows, but she cant fault someone for not following protocol in a little herd land. Whoever this stranger is, he surely wouldn't have expected to find someone as fond of manners as Lepis is here of all places.
Her son cares less, and he draws back from beneath his mother's wing. The motion sends all his feathers and hair combed up backward in a ruffled mess. For a moment no one can tell, and then he answers just as he becomes visible again, about three feet from Lepis' side.
"That's my mom." Says the cloud-colored colt, his curious olive eyes fixed on the myriad of colors possessed by the unfamiliar stallion. "I'm Pteron." He adds, seemingly introducing himself to the purple horse's wings.
"My name is Lepis," she tells Chaol. She is sure now that the stallion is a stranger. His purple coloring is reminiscent of a childhood story she'd once been told, but she can no longer recall the end of it. "What brings you to the Brilliant Pampas?" The navy-haired mare asks. Her curiosity is reflected in the soft blue-grey of her eyes, and the same intrigued tilt of the head that Pteron mirrors.
@[Chaol]
Lepis smiles, because he has paused an acceptable distance away. He might have acknowledged her sooner, Lepis allows, but she cant fault someone for not following protocol in a little herd land. Whoever this stranger is, he surely wouldn't have expected to find someone as fond of manners as Lepis is here of all places.
Her son cares less, and he draws back from beneath his mother's wing. The motion sends all his feathers and hair combed up backward in a ruffled mess. For a moment no one can tell, and then he answers just as he becomes visible again, about three feet from Lepis' side.
"That's my mom." Says the cloud-colored colt, his curious olive eyes fixed on the myriad of colors possessed by the unfamiliar stallion. "I'm Pteron." He adds, seemingly introducing himself to the purple horse's wings.
"My name is Lepis," she tells Chaol. She is sure now that the stallion is a stranger. His purple coloring is reminiscent of a childhood story she'd once been told, but she can no longer recall the end of it. "What brings you to the Brilliant Pampas?" The navy-haired mare asks. Her curiosity is reflected in the soft blue-grey of her eyes, and the same intrigued tilt of the head that Pteron mirrors.
@[Chaol]
