04-30-2020, 07:05 PM
Chem watches the smaller stallion’s face carefully while he speaks, reading the casual ease in his expression. The tightly coiled muscles under his sleek black fur seem to unbunch over his thick bones.
“Oh yes yes, he flutters his wide nostrils, “I would love to come!” his energy matches Gale’s and his smile tilts one half of his black mouth. “It would be an absolute delight to see such a place with warm waters this time of year.” he adds. He isn’t quite being honest about how oblivious he is to Beqanna’s differing climates, and which parts of the coast remain warm right now, but to be led to a lush place ̶ he’s guessing to the west ̶ would be absolutely ideal at the moment.
Chem and his chosen ‘band of brothers’ are struggling to rebuild their barren, burnt chunk of land in the high north. It draws them from the ashen landscape down into the more fertile lands, asking, sometimes taking, for what they need to survive while they rebuild...constantly hunting for a way to rebuild while they haunt Beqanna’s emerald sanctuaries.
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
sorry it is a little weird haha
@[Gale]
