"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
03-29-2016, 09:45 PM (This post was last modified: 03-30-2016, 01:08 PM by Adalya.)
The young mare let her bright blue eyes wander around the land surrounding her. Adalya closed her eyes tightly against the harsh, cold breeze that assaulted her, while at the same time embracing the frigid temperatures. It had been a long journey to get here, but one look at the area surrounding her and she knew she'd made the right choice leaving. She wandered for a while, finding a crystalline pond, covered with a fine layer of ice. She pawed at it lightly, gritting her teeth against the freezing cold water the splashed up on her hock once the ice broke. She leaned down and sipped up the freezing water, snorting and throwing her head when she registered how cold it really was.
After she finished her drink, she registered what her situation had come to. Sure, she was alone, and she had no where to go. But she was free. She was finally free. Adalya tossed her long mane and reared, her white and black patched coat partially blending with her surroundings making her look like floating brown patches with eyes like the ice on the ground below her. She landed, her hooves slipping briefly before she steadied herself. As fresh snow began to fall, Adalya walked over to a large tree, seeking the minimal shelter it could give her. Finally allowing the exhaustion she felt to take over, she settled into sleep, remaining standing up as to not get colder than she already was.
Winter, that fickle friend- Weir knew it all too well. The seasons changed as steady and consistent as they ever would, yet his world remained that of ice and snow. A world where the cold would not bite his tender skin nor penetrate deep enough to ever chill his aging bones. Long ago, yet he recalls it like yesterday, he and Darwin had had the adventure of a lifetime. An adventure that left them with a gift full of magic and wonder and an innocence lent from childhood that you can’t quite place.
These days their adventures consisted of combing the Fields and Meadows, studying the animal and plant life in the Dale, and raising children. Not that any of these things should be cast away as unimportant or unadventurous. There was plenty of adventure in the ordinary day to day life if you sought after it or otherwise made it yourself.
It should be to no one’s surprise that this is how we find Weir and Darwin both, tobogganing down one of many slopes. Have you ever seen a horse sized sleigh? A tortoise riding one? Well, today you see all of these things, lucky you.
“Tally ho!” The roaned stallion shouts as he flies freely down the fresh fallen powder. “I’ll beat you yet Darwin, I will!” He cries as he stands precariously atop a self made ice sled.
“Never! Not in a million years!” Darwin shouts, laughing gleefully from his diamond like perch. “Look out beloooooww!” The excitement in his voice drags the words out long and clear as he slides to a skidding stop next to a mare beneath a tree.
Not long after Weir himself is sliding to a stop, spraying an impressive amount of snow in his wake as he urges the luge to a stand still. “Sorry m’dear, many apologies.” He hurries to beg her pardon, shooing any unwanted accumulation from the fiasco and dispersing the current downfall.
WINTER IS COMING
sorry for any typos, awkward sentences, was in a hurry before work is over xD
Adalya woke to the sounds of hooping and hollering from currently unidentified voices. Her bright blue eyes snapped open, and a mixture of surprise and wonder masked her pretty face as the clover of sleep lifted and she saw the image manifest in front of her. It was a horse, a stallion no less, using a sheet of ice as a sort of sled. She wasn't sure who was having more fun, the roan stallion or the large tortoise racing beside him. That was a sight in itself, she had never seen such a creature, but he looked harmless enough, but the real wonder was how the horse managed to keep his balance on the thin sheet of ice below him. She didn't have much time for speculation however, as before she knew it the tortoise was sliding to a stop beside her. Before the mare had any time to register the strange creature beside her the stallion himself skidded to a stop in front of her, causing her to scoot back a few cautious step as to avoid being run over.
Snow sprayed from the makeshift ice toboggan, coating her as well as creating a small mound around her. Her mouth opened slightly in shock and she blinked a few times to sweep the snow off of her long lashes before bursting into loud laughter. The stallion hurried out a stammered apology, but she shook her head to wave it off and laughed again, softly this time. "You both looked like you were having a very good time. But I do wonder how you kept your balance on that sled...very impressive. It looks rather slick." She winked and smiled again, this time turning towards the tortoise and nodding slightly in acknowledgment before returning her gaze to the roan stallion, "And thank you both for not crashing into me," she said with a cheeky smile, waiting for their response.
04-02-2016, 10:16 AM (This post was last modified: 04-02-2016, 10:21 AM by Weir.)
WEIR
Oh goodness, a mess, an outright mess! Without much time or thought Weir uses his gift to sweep the loose powder from her back and face, sending the flurries away into the snow drifts from whence they came. Snow did not belong all over the lady surely but by accident he had caused it to be there. Dreadful. The laugh that bursts forth from her velvet lips is a surprise and a relief, and Weir doesn’t feel so sheepish about his games.
“Terribly sorry, I- oh the ice! Yes well, it’s easier to stand on it when you can control it. Weir, from the Dale.” He dips his russet head, ginger locks falling in his face, covering the amber eyes that spoke with an enormity of intelligence. He circles Darwin once, a slight limp in his step from an old injury, noting that the soul's being had not suffered any damage. Not that he so easily could suffer injury at all.
“Ahem,” Another voice clears the air, along with the distinct noise of clearing ones throat. “And you can call me Darwin.” He blinks into the painted woman’s face, shimmering against the light that reflects off the stark snow banks.
“Yes, of course, that is Darwin- we are both very terribly sorry and pleased to meet you. Miss?-“ Oh that’s right, he hasn’t gotten her name.
Before Adalya had a chance to shake the loose flakes of snow off of her back, they flew from her body as if a sudden gust of wind had arrived, although she never felt the breeze itself kiss her patchy face. She saw the instant relief that touched his face once he realized she was neither angry or offended at the spray of snow their fun had kicked up. He blurted out a rushed apology before clarifying that he could control the ice. How would one control ice? She made a point to ask after he finished speaking.
The mares attention was drawn away from the copper stallion to the large tortoise standing in the snow beside them. She smiled broadly as he introduced himself as Darwin, and nodded deeply to him as a way of greeting. "It's lovely to meet you Darwin, and you as well Weir. And no need to apologize, honestly. You both looked like you were having a great deal of fun, and there was no harm done. Oh, my name? Yes, my name is Adalya."
