m i y k a e l
AND IF LOVING HER IS HEARTACHE FOR ME
AND IF HOLDING HER MEANS THAT I HAVE TO BLEED
THEN I AM THE MARTYR - LOVE IS TO BLAME
It wasn't long after his arrival to Helovia that Miykael had received offers to join two different herds; and it had only taken what seemed like mere moments for Miykael to pick one. The dunskin and white Pegasus had never been particularly picky about where he lived so long as his future herd-mates held similar values to his own. Unfortunately, his decision here was a difficult one - both places seemed to be a fantastic fit. Knowing he had to make a choice, however, the dunskin tobiano stallion had followed his heart. Following his heart was not something that was unusual for him. In truth, it was something he had done for as long as he can remember - and it hasn't truly failed him yet.
He had been all politeness in declaring his choice; never one to burn bridges or intentionally make enemies. Being on friendly terms with everyone he meets is, perhaps, his most infantile or naive ideal but he strives for it nevertheless. Solace seemed to respect his choice and was quick to move on. Miykael watched the green-haired stallion disappear into the trees before turning back to Xanthos - the stallion that had recruited him to the Edge. The Pegasus asks for directions to the Edge; longing to explore a bit on the way without burdening the other stallion. Once that was settled, the two parted ways.
Miykael made his way carefully and slowly through the vibrant trees of the threshold. Some of the foliage he came across was familiar - he has been around for awhile, after all - but there were certainly many plants and flowers that he had never seen before now. Each one fascinated him, distracted him from arriving in his new home but his exploration would likely serve him in the future should he remain within Helovia. The sun sank lower in the sky as dusk was nearing to settle over the lands but Miykael took little notice of the change. Each step he took brought him farther west and just before the daylight completely faded from the sky, Miykael came across a massive glass wall unlike anything he had ever seen before. For a moment he stands in awe, admiring the craftsmanship and wondering precisely how it had come into existence.
Moving towards the great wall, the stallion reached his nose close to it though he is careful not to touch. Inhaling softly, the dunskin tobiano finds nothing familiar about it. After a brief moment, he steps back. Glancing to his left, he notices the expanse of wall appears to be endless but a glance to the right reveals a hole - a doorway of sorts to pass through. Miykael moves towards the opening but pauses just outside. The scent of Xanthos - and many others for that matter - is strong here; leading him to believe that he had found the World's Edge. With his wings folded tightly against his sides, the stallion whinnies loudly - calling to those within. No words escape his lips - it is merely a call for anyone with the authority to welcome him to the herd (or turn him away if they so wish.) By now, the darkness of night had settled in, and though he had been invited to join World's Edge, he wasn't about to assume that he was welcome to cross the border.
Standing in silence, he wonders if anyone would come. If not, he muses to himself, he would stay outside the wall tonight and try again in the morning. If all failed, he hoped he might still be welcomed in the Foothills.
[ooc: re-wrote the post.]
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[O] we'll be counting stars [any; acceptance/welcoming?]
