06-23-2019, 02:20 AM
Aten would've been happy to answer Oly's questions regarding what the Taiga kingdom was like, until Wrena cut in and demanded he get on with his explanation. Aten had to resist narrowing his eyes in irritation; he had been ready to do just that, she just seemed to be an impatient mare. But the fact that she was at least interested now, it seemed, was promising.
The stallion sighed as he recalled his home, "The western coast is lined by the ocean, which stretches out to a beautiful dark crystal blue that stands out like winter snow in the autumn wood. There are trees forming a forest for many miles, with branches so thickly woven together squirrels do not even have to jump to where they wish to go. The trees themselves stretch so tall that one could not even see the top. The sky is fully visible at night from some of the smaller grazing meadows, a beautiful black canvas to watch as each individual star appears.
The grazing meadows are quite peaceful but still protected on all sides by the forest. During the early hours of the morning, and on some nights, a cover of fog rolls in, sometimes so thick that you can hardly see your hooves beneath your knees. But if you leave the woods to look at the fog as it blankets the trees, the sight is really quite something else to see. I haven't been able to come up with a suitable word for it," he admitted, a smile tugging at the corner of his lip.
@[OLEANDAR]
The stallion sighed as he recalled his home, "The western coast is lined by the ocean, which stretches out to a beautiful dark crystal blue that stands out like winter snow in the autumn wood. There are trees forming a forest for many miles, with branches so thickly woven together squirrels do not even have to jump to where they wish to go. The trees themselves stretch so tall that one could not even see the top. The sky is fully visible at night from some of the smaller grazing meadows, a beautiful black canvas to watch as each individual star appears.
The grazing meadows are quite peaceful but still protected on all sides by the forest. During the early hours of the morning, and on some nights, a cover of fog rolls in, sometimes so thick that you can hardly see your hooves beneath your knees. But if you leave the woods to look at the fog as it blankets the trees, the sight is really quite something else to see. I haven't been able to come up with a suitable word for it," he admitted, a smile tugging at the corner of his lip.
@[OLEANDAR]