Yanhua
Yan nodded yes to Borderline’s question about Nash - he missed his twin very much, but as time went on the ache of his brother’s absence was softened by the greater knowledge that Nashua was truly happy in his new home. Yan had seen to that himself, when he’d visited the frozen isle for Leilan’s coronation ceremony, and he’d left the tundra island in brighter spirits than when he’d arrived. Distance may have separated them, but Yan figured he’d always have his twin around to make it through life’s toughest trials.
Now she was here, and the loneliness felt even less of an obstacle for Yanhua in the months to come. Borderline was pleasant; aside from her obvious charms, Yan liked her personality and mannerisms, too. He’d noticed the way she’d drifted a little closer to him just now as well, like a moth curiously hovering near an open flame, and smiled from the corner of his mouth. The glow of his body held no warmth at all, truthfully - It was for appearances only, and mostly useful in times like these where Yanhua needed to make his way in dim light. He could moderately control the brightness, but he could never extinguish it altogether. However, just for Borderline he amped up the intensity without saying a word.
The artificial beacon got so bright that Yanhua’s mane looked pure white, and Borderline’s gray fur took on a yellowish-gold tint. Their path was lit before and behind them, carving out a place in the fog as the traveling road led them through a valley obscured by the giant redwoods. Soon enough they’d come close to a place where ferns covered the ground like a leafy sea of green, fed by a river that wound secretly through the Taiga forest. When they got to that place, Yanhua would let them rest if Borderline needed it.
“Good for you, leaving such a wretch.” Yan said in the meantime, picking up on the echoes of Borderline’s current emotional distress and getting a nasty memory of the mare's dam in the process. He did not like what he saw there. Borderline was putting on a brave face, dredging up her history for a handsome stranger. The fact that she was even sharing this with him at all was brave of her. “It must’ve been awful growing up hearing that. If you ask me, your mother’s the one who’s mistaken.” Yan said quite seriously, reaching across the short distance between them to bump Borderline’s cheek with his whiskered nose.
It was a quick little thing, but the smell of her skin lingered in Yan’s nostrils afterwards. She had a floral, sweet-smelling aroma that he adored.
“I hardly know you and I think you’re absolutely marvelous, Borderline.” The stallion smiled, picking up his feet to step down a series of naturally-occuring stairs carved out from the roots of a tree that had grown into the trailway. Dirt had been packed down in between the spaces of each snaking, wooden tendril, making it all the easier for Yanhua’s two-toed hooves to navigate the declining stairway with graceful ease. “Taiga’s lucky to have you. Speaking of - are you considering making this place your permanent home?” He wondered curiously.
Now she was here, and the loneliness felt even less of an obstacle for Yanhua in the months to come. Borderline was pleasant; aside from her obvious charms, Yan liked her personality and mannerisms, too. He’d noticed the way she’d drifted a little closer to him just now as well, like a moth curiously hovering near an open flame, and smiled from the corner of his mouth. The glow of his body held no warmth at all, truthfully - It was for appearances only, and mostly useful in times like these where Yanhua needed to make his way in dim light. He could moderately control the brightness, but he could never extinguish it altogether. However, just for Borderline he amped up the intensity without saying a word.
The artificial beacon got so bright that Yanhua’s mane looked pure white, and Borderline’s gray fur took on a yellowish-gold tint. Their path was lit before and behind them, carving out a place in the fog as the traveling road led them through a valley obscured by the giant redwoods. Soon enough they’d come close to a place where ferns covered the ground like a leafy sea of green, fed by a river that wound secretly through the Taiga forest. When they got to that place, Yanhua would let them rest if Borderline needed it.
“Good for you, leaving such a wretch.” Yan said in the meantime, picking up on the echoes of Borderline’s current emotional distress and getting a nasty memory of the mare's dam in the process. He did not like what he saw there. Borderline was putting on a brave face, dredging up her history for a handsome stranger. The fact that she was even sharing this with him at all was brave of her. “It must’ve been awful growing up hearing that. If you ask me, your mother’s the one who’s mistaken.” Yan said quite seriously, reaching across the short distance between them to bump Borderline’s cheek with his whiskered nose.
It was a quick little thing, but the smell of her skin lingered in Yan’s nostrils afterwards. She had a floral, sweet-smelling aroma that he adored.
“I hardly know you and I think you’re absolutely marvelous, Borderline.” The stallion smiled, picking up his feet to step down a series of naturally-occuring stairs carved out from the roots of a tree that had grown into the trailway. Dirt had been packed down in between the spaces of each snaking, wooden tendril, making it all the easier for Yanhua’s two-toed hooves to navigate the declining stairway with graceful ease. “Taiga’s lucky to have you. Speaking of - are you considering making this place your permanent home?” He wondered curiously.
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@[Borderline] <3