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09-07-2012, 03:58 PM
sorry that it took so long for someone to get back to you here
With the Tallsun heat nothing but an unpleasant memory, going to the Threshold was less cumbersome than it had been during the hot summer. Once, simply existing had caused him to sweat vigorously and sapped his mind of its will and energy, but each morning the air was crisp and he'd even found frost a few times. The fog of his homeland thickened, the days grew shorter and thus the nights longer, and the trees were mostly yellow by now. The scent of winter was on the air, the first snowfall just around the bend, and it brought a certain joy to the alabaster monarch. He very much preferred winter over summer, and where he had once dragged himself out into this sparse forest, he now went willingly. Cool winds pushed against his skin, bringing scents of so many individuals he'd never know. To browse through them, to weave among the trees and look out for horns, were genuine pleasures to him.
And during such a venture, doing exactly that, he found something. Or rather, did something find him? He'd been contemplating in which direction to go when the sound of heavy hoof beats, a canter more precisely, distracted him. Slowly they grew louder and louder and his charcoal-rimmed ears pinpointed their direction, blue eyes staring expectantly at the mass of trees. Who would it be? Or, more importantly, what? If it was just a hornless he'd smile politely, point them at the Foothills, and then go on his way. If it was a horned... well, no point in jumping the gun. And so he did something he was very good at: waiting. Pale tail flicked against spotted flanks, something he often did, but he remained alert, firmly planted on all four hooves. From the distance the speck of gray grew, smelling of foreign lands and healthy sweat. She was not running in fear he concluded, and headed mostly in his direction. Not entirely. Closer she came, remaining the dark gray of angry skies, but there was definitely a horn upon her brow. Well, what now, then? Would she stop, inquire about where she was, run past, or run him over? He had no real desire to go for a run while trying to recruit, so with a look of mild bemusement and curiosity he remained where he was, wondering what she'd do. |
