winter wonderland
The white stallion's eyes remain closed as the female explains the origin of her magic, quite a curious ability to have, the ability to refuse the finer workings of earth and gravity, refusing to sink into the deep blue sea.
The stallion opens his eyes as the mare begins to laugh, his face feeling rather warm as his neck takes on a slight tilt "I am that funny now am I?" he smiles, walking closer toward the edge of the water as Adria explains how her magic works, allowing Ruinam to also walk on water with her.
At first, the stallion's frame is rather hesitant as he takes a step forward, what if she was just toying with him, though even then she had dragged him along for long enough already.
The stallion takes a step forward and instead of sinking his leg refuses to sink, just like the mare had said. Ruinam's muzzle is thrown agape as he stares at the mare in amazement, even though she had told him what was going to happen the stallion is still rather thrown back.
Ruinam moves toward the mare, an innocent expression plaiting his face, he stands quietly as the fox on his back fiddles around, trying to find a comfortable position.
Adria proposes a race to Ischia and truthfully Ruinam panics, he didn't really do much racing, and even if he did was he meant to let her win? Was he allowed to win? that is, even if he was able to.
There is not much time to think as the mare leaps forward, galloping across the sea, a rather curious sight to behold.
The ivory-male runs after her, looking at the water below as he begins to catch up, the thought of running across the sea to another island was still rather weird and honestly quite terrifying, what if something was to come from beneath and snatch him up, would Adria rescue him? He smiles, catching up to her until he is a few paces behind, he allows his body to relax, watching Adria gallop in front of him, admiring her as she leaps across the ocean. The stallion remains close to her, appreciative of the companionship she provided, he had been alone for quite a while so the change of pace was quite relieving.
Ruinam moves to her side as they both near Ischia, moving behind her as they reach the island.
The stallion halts on top of the water and offers a bow "Congratulations on your victory m'lady" he teases, looking around as he makes his way to the shore, slowly regaining a rhythmical breath as he recovers from the run, a smile spread across his muzzle.
