04-14-2020, 05:35 PM
There was a quiet moment where both boys examined the unfamiliar in each other. It wasn't terribly common to see someone so very darkly coloured on the island. Aunt Eva's newest babied were a deeper purple than their mother, but they still glowed with islander airs. This guy was different. Black and red and... Oddly ordinary. No wings, no horns or fins or anything else to mark him as anything other than a horse.
Born so squarely in the ocean, Cormorant felt a little off-center seeing someone without obvious magic. It was enough to intrigue him, to soften his posture and bring forth the curiosity he'd been given to his whole life.
One thing this other colt did have on him was size. Cormorant was not a tall colt. He was not a broad colt. He had muscle, but it was lean and streamlined, and very much developed for the sake of swimming endless hours. He was not an intimidating creature by nature. Deep emerald eyes blinked at the darkly coloured boy's introduction, storing away the archaic sounding name. "Cormorant," he answered, giving as little as he got.
With as stern a look as he could manage, he squared up to the wet fellow, unwilling to give an inch until he was sure the boy meant them no harm. He had to do his part to keep his family safe. "What are you doing here? Most visitors take the sand bars." Swimming in at odd times struck him as suspicious.
@[Osiriis]
Born so squarely in the ocean, Cormorant felt a little off-center seeing someone without obvious magic. It was enough to intrigue him, to soften his posture and bring forth the curiosity he'd been given to his whole life.
One thing this other colt did have on him was size. Cormorant was not a tall colt. He was not a broad colt. He had muscle, but it was lean and streamlined, and very much developed for the sake of swimming endless hours. He was not an intimidating creature by nature. Deep emerald eyes blinked at the darkly coloured boy's introduction, storing away the archaic sounding name. "Cormorant," he answered, giving as little as he got.
With as stern a look as he could manage, he squared up to the wet fellow, unwilling to give an inch until he was sure the boy meant them no harm. He had to do his part to keep his family safe. "What are you doing here? Most visitors take the sand bars." Swimming in at odd times struck him as suspicious.
@[Osiriis]