10-04-2019, 08:12 AM
The pale dragon is almost asleep when a sharp sound brings him back to awareness. One eye slits open curiously, but he remains otherwise still at the edge of the water. Perhaps he was inconveniencing some skittish deer by laying in its preferred drinking spot.
It seems likely, until his blue eye focused on the blindingly white figure who seemed frozen in the landscape. The blue eye is joined by the orange one, blinking open to see her better. Fear is rolling off her skin in waves, which baffles him until the crystal stallion remembers the shape he has taken for his nap. That could definitely do it.
The white mare looks as though she's considering bolting at the first sign of threat from him, and so he does not bother even standing before he lets the change overtake him. In his relaxed mood, it's as easy as breathing to shift from scaled beast back into his birth form. Once scales have fallen away and bone and sinew have snapped back into the smaller equine figure, he shakes his head and looks back to the white mare, hoping she stuck around through the shift.
"Hallo," he greeted, still laying on the bank with wings outstretched. "Sorry, didn't mean to give you a fright. Are you alright?" He asked with mild concern. Her scent was surely still inundated with her fear, but he was catching other notes as well now. Ones that piqued his curiosity as nothing else had.
Looking more closely, he could see that her brightness was not simply due to her coloration. A ridge of scaled armor covers her top line, reflecting the bright sunlight like shards of ice. She is fearful, of him it seems like, yet she is at least part dragon herself. It does not make sense, not in the way this reaction would coming from a weaker kind of being.
He is no idiot, however, and stays on the ground, waiting for her to come to him if she chooses to. It's easier to wait than to chase, as he's learned over the years. And so he subsides into silence, blinking softly up the bank at her, waiting while the breeze plays with his milk white mane.
@[Casimira]
It seems likely, until his blue eye focused on the blindingly white figure who seemed frozen in the landscape. The blue eye is joined by the orange one, blinking open to see her better. Fear is rolling off her skin in waves, which baffles him until the crystal stallion remembers the shape he has taken for his nap. That could definitely do it.
The white mare looks as though she's considering bolting at the first sign of threat from him, and so he does not bother even standing before he lets the change overtake him. In his relaxed mood, it's as easy as breathing to shift from scaled beast back into his birth form. Once scales have fallen away and bone and sinew have snapped back into the smaller equine figure, he shakes his head and looks back to the white mare, hoping she stuck around through the shift.
"Hallo," he greeted, still laying on the bank with wings outstretched. "Sorry, didn't mean to give you a fright. Are you alright?" He asked with mild concern. Her scent was surely still inundated with her fear, but he was catching other notes as well now. Ones that piqued his curiosity as nothing else had.
Looking more closely, he could see that her brightness was not simply due to her coloration. A ridge of scaled armor covers her top line, reflecting the bright sunlight like shards of ice. She is fearful, of him it seems like, yet she is at least part dragon herself. It does not make sense, not in the way this reaction would coming from a weaker kind of being.
He is no idiot, however, and stays on the ground, waiting for her to come to him if she chooses to. It's easier to wait than to chase, as he's learned over the years. And so he subsides into silence, blinking softly up the bank at her, waiting while the breeze plays with his milk white mane.
@[Casimira]