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Humming could be heard in the Steppe, an unusual sound for this place. The cheerful noise is being emitted by a strange little unicorn, strawberry coat crossed by wide stripes of purple. He is diminutive, just over seven hands high, but what he lacks in size he makes up for in motion. Whirling, skipping, dancing, the Falabella is never still. The snow here is neck deep to the tiny stallion, but he takes no heed, plunging through the drifts with gleeful abandon.
Chester is an odd fellow, with his cheery madness and tendency to sing, and more than a few have found his presence to be an irritant that he seems to delight in, yet somehow he manages to survive the anger of much larger creatures than himself. He was the type of being who would either be adored, or drive one up the metaphorical walls.
Still prancing, his lamp-like yellow orbs search for the unicorns who had suggested he come here. Valentine and Lucius (known to him as the Knight of Hearts and Tweedledee) were nowhere to be found however. The faintest look of annoyance crosses the insane one’s features, but is replaced quickly with mirth, laughter ringing out dark and shuddery. The peculiar cresent smile that is his trademark flashes in the wintery sunlight, disconcerting to those unused to the expression. It is no matter that his new ‘friends’ were not about. The little one can entertain himself for hours if needed, and perhaps another will happen by and attract his attention.
OOC:
Walking the walk
Talking the talk
Thinking my thoughts
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