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He struggled, somewhat, to create images based on their descriptions. He had very little in terms of reference material when it came to imagining what these new places could possibly look like. For the vast majority of his life, Calder’s life had been constant – only changing as expected with the seasons.

Everything had changed over the last year.

It was unheard of for any of his kind to leave the security of their ancient mountain homeland. He had little doubt that even after the mudslide what remained of his herd was struggling to rebuild on earth-scarred mountain. He assumed that they all presumed him dead by now, just as he had no idea who amongst his herd had lived and who had died.

His immediate thought that day had been to flee, not to stay. And that impulse – that instinct…that’s what made him so different from the others. But in the end, it may just be his salvation.

Waprevah goes on to describe her home, just as Elsa had, and Calder gives her his full attention as she does. Mountains. Safety. Never freezes. God of Time. He is intrigued by the last two points. Would this place be protected from a disaster like the one that extinguished his former life? He also finds himself intrigued by this deity who controls time. His people had been one in tune to the earth and the water. It was all he had ever known. But there seemed so many possibilities here.

But what was he to do in the face of these possibilities? Should he commit himself to the lands that brought him closer to the earth? Or should he seek the comfort in the mountains where an unfamiliar God reigned? He felt the decision had split him between mind and heart. His mind pulled him towards the earth while his heart called for the mountains.

His gaze flickers between the two – and he knows that they must sense his indecision. This choice is not one best made on impulse.

“I think my heart lies in the mountains. I’d like to see this Aurora Basin.” He directs his statement towards the unicorn mare, offering her a small smile, before returning his attention to the ice-mare.

“I hope to run into you soon, Elsa. And thank you, again, for your offer.” He dips his head again in a gesture of genuine appreciation. He had been lucky to been well met in this strange land, and considers himself to be very lucky.

Calder

hold back the river so i can stop a minute and be by your side

Image Credit || HTML by Kyra || Tags: @[Waprevah] @[Elsa]
[ooc: finally! -_-;]