XOLANI

The sun sank lower, and the sky grew darker. Orange and blue created a stark contrast against the silhouette of sand and palms. Still the mare stood, watching, captivated, holding her breath as though the soft gust of air from her lungs would push the sun down faster. Her gentle, excited eyes reflected the color of the sun, shifting their hue from a clear blue to a brilliant gold. One of her hind legs was cocked, her posture denoting her complete relaxation in her new home, and her ears were pricked eagerly forward. A soft sigh finally escaped her as the breath she had been holding released. She was completely entranced.

For the first time in days, the mare was not concerned by the colors that had begun to flare to life on her pelt. There was more than just a variety of hues now - they had begun to form shapes, too. The image that was present currently was a brilliant yellow that faded to orange along her back, a silhouette of the sunset with her pelt shining whitely to represent the dunes. Yellow, she had found, coincided with instances of joy; orange was seemingly associated with anticipation. The brilliance of the hues seemed to have something to do with who strongly she felt the emotion, and the shapes... well, the shapes reflected her thoughts.

A soft nicker made her jump, for she had not expected company; upon turning to find the teal stallion approaching, Xolani grinned widely. A brilliant yellow with a hint of green flared briefly, trust and affection making their display on her pelt into an image of a pegasus and an equine, bumping noses as though in greeting. Unaware of the display, the mare copied it, reaching to offer her muzzle for his. When she pulled away, she gestured enthusiastically toward the sunset, half-rearing and snorting with glee. It was, as he said, a beautiful sunset.

The Dragon's Throat painted its way onto her pelt, an oasis and a lake growing from hues of soft yellow that represented the peace that she felt. She thought of the welcome that she had received, the ease with which she had entered her place here. She smiled, affection gleaming in her eyes, and nodded - I enjoy being here quite a lot, thank you. The feather that Ilios had given her settled against her neck; she flicked an ear toward it, and then touched the place on the wing from which he had pulled it. How are you?