The forest was silent now, the only sound of any real note being the occasional creek of sleeping timber. I was at peace with myself for the first time in ages and as I closed my eyes against a cool gust of winter air, I was immediately alerted to the quiet approach of another creature. The soft thud of hoof upon frozen ground caused my muscles to tighten and my ears to lay back upon m head. However, as she paced through the threshold, breaking away from the tree line, I was set at ease, for her face was friendly and quite exquisite. Her flaxen threads were worn with careful attention and her coat was a deep chocolate color, although it was very different from my own. Her words were soft and carefree which made me want to invite her closer and I did so by lowering my face and motioning for her approach.

“Your company is much appreciated actually, isolation is certainly not a healthy habit that I’ve succumbed to. I’m Thor, Apprentice Protector of the World’s Edge. Does such beauty bear a name?” My honesty shocked my own ears but I was not ashamed of such audacity due to the surreal fantasy that resumed life around us. I was never so blessed with such a lightness in my heart and I was not so eager to dash this feeling away and I wanted to share it with my new guest assuming her personality shined just as bright as the sun that warmed us from above.

Shifting upon my back, misshapen appendages adjusted to a more soothing position and their frail appearance dampened my exuberance, as they had done many times before. There was no doubt that this brilliant creature had witnessed extravagant beasts of my own breeding with wings that would allow them to take flight. I relished the imaginary feeling of such a grace. The wind that would touch my face with the tender taste of freedom beckoned me from the ground and sometimes I could image what it would feel like to lift my hooves from the ground, a feeling of weightlessness haunting my mind and creating an unwanted pressure in my chest. Perhaps this feeling would better be named resentment or longing, I could not say which. I only knew that as I cast my gaze to the sky, it gave me great comfort to realize that it was hidden among the branches of towering oaks. At least now, I wouldn’t have to fantasize what it would feel like to take flight and scream against the winds with delight.

Grounding myself again, I recalled my selfish daydream and stored it away for later recognition. I could not be so rude as to lose myself while company was present. At this, a tinge of curiosity touched my tongue and I was eager to remind myself that my visitor may not be so delighted to encourage my pressing. But, as any host should know, making their guest feel comfortable was an important part to gaining their likeness. “If you don’t mind my prodding, may I ask what brought you to the Forest? Surely not to ponder the delicacies of such a damp, dark oasis?” A small smirk graced my massive lips and I couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled up shortly after. Hopefully she would not find this gesture to be rude, but more so inviting. She was a truly inspiring character and I wanted her presence to remain as her lightness infected not only myself but the atmosphere that surrounded us.

[Ooc: Wow, this was scatterbrained but I hope it’s okay.]

[W/C: 605]