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10-18-2013, 02:42 PM
The colt's ears shot up at first, as he looked around as if the wind was whispering to him, revealing now horse. But his crimson eyes finally landed on the female's curvaceous figure as she gazed at him with him with her emerald orbs. Curiosity filled them, overflowing like a river as she felt the urge to get to know him better. Orinthia had to admit to herself that the colt was quite handsome despite his smaller frame. But who was she to judge beauty? In her eye, every stallion was incredibly handsome with individual traits that made them unique. Every mare was a stunning soul, according to her.
It was always the eyes that drew the onyx mare in. In her mind, eyes were the key to the soul, and by reading them they could already reveal untold feelings, thoughts, secrets. A soft silvery laugh erupted from her chest as the cute colt stumbled upon his words. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you as well Dust", she spoke to him, glancing at him with kindred eyes and a happy tone. The wanderer glanced at him with laughing orbs as he gave her faint smile. Returning his gesture, she walked closer to him feeling a breeze lift up her hair.
It was a serene place, the one they were in right now. It was several degrees colder, thank goodness to the trees that kept them covered. "Tell me Dust. Are you an adventurer? What has brought you here to the Threshold", her voice was full of interest. At least she was trying to start a conversation and get something going on. Internally, Orinthia hoped that Dust wouldn't mind when she started asking the most ridiculous questions known. It was part of her never ending thirst to learn more about the world and its inhabitants.
Since no other horse from a herd had come to greet them, she wondered if he wanted to tag along with her for a while, exploring the Helovian lands. Eventually she would settle down for a herd, but the thrill of adventure had trapped in her in a state of a never ending search for wisdom.
It was always the eyes that drew the onyx mare in. In her mind, eyes were the key to the soul, and by reading them they could already reveal untold feelings, thoughts, secrets. A soft silvery laugh erupted from her chest as the cute colt stumbled upon his words. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you as well Dust", she spoke to him, glancing at him with kindred eyes and a happy tone. The wanderer glanced at him with laughing orbs as he gave her faint smile. Returning his gesture, she walked closer to him feeling a breeze lift up her hair.
It was a serene place, the one they were in right now. It was several degrees colder, thank goodness to the trees that kept them covered. "Tell me Dust. Are you an adventurer? What has brought you here to the Threshold", her voice was full of interest. At least she was trying to start a conversation and get something going on. Internally, Orinthia hoped that Dust wouldn't mind when she started asking the most ridiculous questions known. It was part of her never ending thirst to learn more about the world and its inhabitants.
Since no other horse from a herd had come to greet them, she wondered if he wanted to tag along with her for a while, exploring the Helovian lands. Eventually she would settle down for a herd, but the thrill of adventure had trapped in her in a state of a never ending search for wisdom.
