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10-12-2014, 06:07 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-12-2014, 08:44 PM by Random Event.)
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It was following a wind that caused Bucephalus to find the floating island, and for a moment the sheer sight of it made him nearly stall out in mid-flight from shock. Not even a wisp of rumour had given him cause to think that rock could fly, so the sight of the island hovering in place with no roots into the earth absolutely confounded the stallion. He couldn't make head nor tail of it. With caution he flew towards the island, where his golden gaze landed upon what looked like tents of varying colors and shapes. Landing in a open clearing, the stallion braced himself as if his insignificant weight would tip the island and send it all crashing to the earth far below. This Helovia was proving to be quite the experience, forcing his mind to comprehend vastly different concepts and reality. Once he assured himself that no, the isle was not going to fall, the stallion folded his narrow wings and began walking, exploring this new place. He kept in mind, however, the thought of other herds; if this was the home of another band of pegasi, he'd rather not have to worry about a speedy getaway. Faint murmurs, a mere whisper of a voice, had Buce's ears twitching. So there definitely were others here. Cautiously he headed towards the voice, playing a rather interesting game of hot-or-cold until he rounded a tent and spied the source. At first glance, it didn't register that the other equine didn't have wings. Then realization struck him, and the very first words that blurted out from him? "Where are your wings?!" (ooc: Sheltered Buce is sheltered) @[Apollo] |
