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04-23-2016, 07:43 AM
I pray all ten fade away.
Disquisitive, analytical, inquisitive eyes studied the strange tongued female first. The body with contained the eccentricity was heavier than her own however the female was slightly taller - however Aelin felt with her family blood she would eventually become taller than the suave mare. Strangely (perhaps not so strange, only Aelin had not been exposed to many equines before), nothing decorated the mare. No horns, no wings, no scales or weird things. Simply put, the mare was a simple (but stunning) beauty. Dark, intelligent burning liquid mahogany orbs seemed to be filled with excitement and eagerness. The mare supported copious curls of average length, the strands fell thickly and heavily. The darkness of the flaxen strands mixing with the light rich colours rippled lively, causing a dramatic flair. Similar to her own hair, the lighter strands mixed into the dark and the sun that shone through only when she stood under the sun. Their bodies shared the traits of a coloured dun, however this mare had more of a painted yellow while Aelin was a mix of orange, brown and gold. Markings decorated the mare's muzzle and dark brown horizontal stripes on the legs that matched her own. All of this stood on simple black hooves.
Next her gaze turned to the strange speaking stallion. Starting from the tips of his delicately curved ears that sat neatly upon his chiseled, refined cranium she allowed her gaze to drift down to his eyes. The eyes are stained amethyst, exquisite and inviting. Proudly he stands with a thick, strong and impressive body. The girl knows enough to guess that his mighty body comes from a powerful draft lineage. His thick legs hold him straight and robustly. Pronounced feathering that matches his marbled coat starts at his lower knee, the mixture of colours create a soft, silky cascade of hairs. They fan down luxuriously creating a tent-like cover upon wide splayed hooves. His mane and tail is dark, his tail is lavish it's it's length, notably trailing along the ground behind him. The thick locks of his mane is equally beautiful and impressive, his forelock falls across his face, neck and shoulders. She notes that he is also a rather hairy beast, eyeing the swath of hair sprouts under his chin and trailed along his lower jawline. The wings that are carried at his side (they must be mighty powerful the girl thinks) mark him as a good candidate for The Throat. He and his equine friends can join her back home, maybe there they will tell her of their homeland and how (perhaps even why) they came to arrive in Helovia.
The last lassie had not been able to speak the language, making Aelin guess that she was either a newcomer herself who'd simply bumped into this pair or already a member of the Helovian community. Still, the girl looked over this mare with the same amount of scrutiny as she'd passed over the other two. Ebony stains her coat, it is as dark as night and unbroken save for the spots union her back and rump and a stained leg but it too falls to the creeping fingers of night. Eyes filter down from her legs, studying the strong hooves that carry the dark mare with strength and pride. These hooves are stained with the same dark colours as her coat, charcoal and petite. Similar to the other mare her orbs are bright, inquisitive and unique. They are clear, the colour of cerulean staining the rims with a unique beauty. Aelin is also shorter than this mare, leaving her to look up at the dark mare. There is a beautiful silver chain wrapping around her neck, it ends in a gemstone that shares the same hue as her eyes.
"Hello." She's speaking too all, careful not exclude anyone but her words were mostly directed towards the strange tongued mare. Her tone is soft, yet there is enthusiasm and warmth in her vocals. Thinking back to the words she'd heard before the girl was thirsty in he knowledge to learn about their language. Perhaps they could teach her, she would love lessons! To speak yet another language, why that would be an amazing skill to have. She already spoke two languages, the common tongue and the tongue her mother had taught her. "That's a beautiful language you're speaking." Giggling she takes a few steps closer, eyes darting to the stallion and darker mare. "It's like you're singing while speaking." Not sure if the two could understand her, she smiled at all three in turn and waited for a response. Having not taken the time to study the forest around her, winter still gripped the forest. "We should get moving and eventually find shelter, it's been a long winter...aheshke." She offered the word in her rougher dialect in hopes of conveying her message. They'd all need to search for shelter tonight but wouldn't reach The Throat for a while...not unless the mare's sprouted wings. This was of course under the assumption that they'd actually like to come and inspect The Throat, but who wouldn't?
aheshke - Winter
I guess jealousy's the curse that the struggle inspires.
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