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09-07-2012, 04:14 AM
The young stallion, Breeze, had been seeking refuge in the shadows of the Threshold; refuge from the heat at the Dragon’s Throat. He’d come to dislike his new herdland quite a bit now and he couldn’t for the life of him understand how so many pegasi could prefer to reside in a desert when the land held deep forests and open, grassy fields.
Breeze had flown through the night, his wings had carried him back the same way he’d come with lady Cassiopeia, two months ago, and then he’d spend the early morning resting in some scrubs. His rest was disturbed by a call. It was a mare’s voice and a mare’s scent that caressed his senses and slowly he heaved his muscular body from the ground. As it was daylight the colts true colors were showing; a pale creamy body with pristine white mane and tail. Had it been night he would have appeared silver and little stars would have been visible on his barn owl wings and along his back. But those stars were now almost invisible against his creamy hide. He looked quite a bit older than he was and in the last couple of weeks his confidence had grown. Simply he’d gone from foal to young adult since he came to Helovia, but he was still a bit shy. Breeze picked his way through the forest and soon enough he saw her. She was a lovely bay dapple mare. But she was a unicorn and as Breeze saw her horn he stopped. He had a slight, irrational fear for sharp things and that made him wary of unicorns. Staying a few feet from her he spoke: "Good day miss. I am Breeze. Breeze of the…" he broke off, did it really matter where he came from when he was thinking of leaving the herd? "On the other hand, it’s not important where I come from. What a matter is where you come from, miss, have you traveled far?" He smiled politely, but he kept an eye on that horn of hers. |
