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11-16-2013, 09:08 AM
Her loneliness did not last long; the nearing thunder of hoof-beats heralded the arrival of a herd-mate, and she turned toward the sound, curious eyes watching the strange dark stallion approach. He was tall—taller than Papa, two strange horns curving from his head, etched with strange markings. Though he was certainly imposing, the stallion approached with kindness and goodwill in his demeanor. Lothíriel softened and gave him a lighthearted smile—perhaps he would know where Mother or Father were. "Lothíriel," she replied brightly, ears piqued forward with interest. He leaned over to drink, and she watched the coils of muscle in his neck unravel as it leaned down, and she studied his strange horns—she had never seen any unicorn with horns such as he. Her head tilted. "Why are your horns like that?" she wondered, not unkindly, genuine curiosity dancing through her high, girlish voice.
Another came then; a handsome colt with red markings and blue eyes. He was the first colt she had ever laid eyes upon since the twins in the Frozen Arch, but unlike them, this one seemed polite, and above all, he was not a brigand, ready to swindle an eye off her at the merest blink. Never faltering, the smile clung to her lips with youthful boldness. "Of course!" the girl replied, although she knew her answer only counted for one side of the party. Raindrops fell delicately from the canopy of her pale eyelashes, dripping onto the soft lines of her face. She let herself study this colt more: he was quite tall and seemed many months older than she, though his uncertainty and lankiness betrayed his youth. Bright red accents made a pleasant contrast with his night-dark coat, and it reminded her vaguely of the auroras which so often lit up the night sky.
Another came then; a handsome colt with red markings and blue eyes. He was the first colt she had ever laid eyes upon since the twins in the Frozen Arch, but unlike them, this one seemed polite, and above all, he was not a brigand, ready to swindle an eye off her at the merest blink. Never faltering, the smile clung to her lips with youthful boldness. "Of course!" the girl replied, although she knew her answer only counted for one side of the party. Raindrops fell delicately from the canopy of her pale eyelashes, dripping onto the soft lines of her face. She let herself study this colt more: he was quite tall and seemed many months older than she, though his uncertainty and lankiness betrayed his youth. Bright red accents made a pleasant contrast with his night-dark coat, and it reminded her vaguely of the auroras which so often lit up the night sky.
—and love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
