04-24-2019, 06:50 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-18-2019, 07:45 AM by Pteron.
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The colt’s ears flick toward the dappled mare as she speaks. When she trails off before revealing her destination, Pteron frowns ever so slightly. He is not sure how to read this wary-eyed creature. His bold personality comes with a healthy dose of self-confidence and while he has met a rainbow of personalities in his (short) lifetime, there had been none quite like her. Everyone he had met had a home, after all. They knew where they fit in Beqanna.
Perhaps that is what intrigues him, he thinks; she is something entirely new.
It was Mary’s question that tipped him off. He knew they were in the Feild, knew that horses who come here do so to find new homes, knew that some of those searchers were even from outside Beqanna. Pteron has never before been outside Beqanna, and he wonders if perhaps everyone there is as flighty at Terne.
“I spose you could live here,” he tells her. “It’s full of comings and goings; always new people to talk to. Less so with the Plague, or at least that’s what my Father says. The River is nice too; maybe less busy.” The pied colt glances toward Mary, brow raised as if he waits for confirmation of these facts. Then back again to Terne, who is watching a flock of birds scatter against the fiery sky.
“You could live in Loess, too.” Pteron adds. “Or come visit, anyway. We’ve got lots of neat birds and red hills that go on forever.” These are the best aspects of Loess to a young boy, of course: opportunities for exploration and adventure.
@[Mary]
@[TERNE]
Perhaps that is what intrigues him, he thinks; she is something entirely new.
It was Mary’s question that tipped him off. He knew they were in the Feild, knew that horses who come here do so to find new homes, knew that some of those searchers were even from outside Beqanna. Pteron has never before been outside Beqanna, and he wonders if perhaps everyone there is as flighty at Terne.
“I spose you could live here,” he tells her. “It’s full of comings and goings; always new people to talk to. Less so with the Plague, or at least that’s what my Father says. The River is nice too; maybe less busy.” The pied colt glances toward Mary, brow raised as if he waits for confirmation of these facts. Then back again to Terne, who is watching a flock of birds scatter against the fiery sky.
“You could live in Loess, too.” Pteron adds. “Or come visit, anyway. We’ve got lots of neat birds and red hills that go on forever.” These are the best aspects of Loess to a young boy, of course: opportunities for exploration and adventure.
@[Mary]
@[TERNE]