09-23-2020, 11:46 PM
Yanhua
“We call them ‘The Giants’ around here.” Yanhua explained, feverishly catching onto Borderline’s good humors. He’d never had the privilege of really introducing another horse to Taiga before… this was fun. Being born and living his entire life mostly in the forest of ancient fog and massive trees, Yanhua must’ve begun to desensitise himself to the splendid wonders of his home, and only now was Borderline re-opening his eyes to the majestic wonder of it. “If only all horses could be so receptive to this place!” He marveled at her genuine smile, finding his own expression brightening to match.
But the moment faltered as soon as he considered answering her first question, about the fire.
“Walk with me?” Yan requested of his newfound companion, motioning with a jerk of his bearded chin toward the far side of the Taiga meadow where a narrow deerpath led off into the shadowy forest. If Borderline wanted him to start from the beginning, this was sure to be a long sort of tale. He hoped (more than hoped, he planned) that once they started he and the newcomer might share stories for a while as they went. Yan could re-spin the events of the Nerine attack, maybe even show her magically if she was up to the idea. He was aware that mythics and their powers weren’t always accepted outside of Kingdom borders - maybe Borderline would reject the offer, or maybe Borderline had magic of her own, there wasn’t any way Yan could be certain until he asked. For now he resigned to crossing that bridge when they got to it, and favored waiting quietly on Borderline’s “Yes” or “No” concerning the tour he was offering.
Gentle-stallion that he was raised to be, Yanhua never expected any horse to simply follow him because he asked. He wasn’t like his mother, commanding the room with her eyes and dreamer’s whimsy, and he certainly wasn’t like their self-styled King Leilan, who was covered in icy scales and could change the color of his eyes to reflect his current mood. Yanhua was tall and lean, imposing when he had to be but otherwise a gentle soul who guarded these woods like a haunt. He wanted Borderline to say yes, that much was obvious. His eyes were practically gleaming with unspoken hope. But to force her by playing the upper hand and taking advantage of her loneliness? He refused.
Some would say that made him a pushover. Yan would say he had an inbred respect for others and the unspoken depths of their feelings, more so than most stallions could begin to understand. He’d rather play to that strength, and find a mare who appreciated rather than mocked him for it.
But the moment faltered as soon as he considered answering her first question, about the fire.
“Walk with me?” Yan requested of his newfound companion, motioning with a jerk of his bearded chin toward the far side of the Taiga meadow where a narrow deerpath led off into the shadowy forest. If Borderline wanted him to start from the beginning, this was sure to be a long sort of tale. He hoped (more than hoped, he planned) that once they started he and the newcomer might share stories for a while as they went. Yan could re-spin the events of the Nerine attack, maybe even show her magically if she was up to the idea. He was aware that mythics and their powers weren’t always accepted outside of Kingdom borders - maybe Borderline would reject the offer, or maybe Borderline had magic of her own, there wasn’t any way Yan could be certain until he asked. For now he resigned to crossing that bridge when they got to it, and favored waiting quietly on Borderline’s “Yes” or “No” concerning the tour he was offering.
Gentle-stallion that he was raised to be, Yanhua never expected any horse to simply follow him because he asked. He wasn’t like his mother, commanding the room with her eyes and dreamer’s whimsy, and he certainly wasn’t like their self-styled King Leilan, who was covered in icy scales and could change the color of his eyes to reflect his current mood. Yanhua was tall and lean, imposing when he had to be but otherwise a gentle soul who guarded these woods like a haunt. He wanted Borderline to say yes, that much was obvious. His eyes were practically gleaming with unspoken hope. But to force her by playing the upper hand and taking advantage of her loneliness? He refused.
Some would say that made him a pushover. Yan would say he had an inbred respect for others and the unspoken depths of their feelings, more so than most stallions could begin to understand. He’d rather play to that strength, and find a mare who appreciated rather than mocked him for it.
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