The winged girl spoke, her voice nearly carried away by the wind. Howl's furry ears tilted forwards, straining to catch the words which seemed to swirl and dance with each fat snowflake. "Better to weather the storm with company," he rumbled in response, a polite smile tugging on the velvet corners of his lips. However, they pulled taut in a thoughtful frown when he heard her following utterances; his ears tilted backwards, betraying his uncertainty about the meaning of the rather frustratedly-spoken foreign words. The sandy maiden drew up beside him, offering him a frigid smile which melted any trace of consternation on his grey face. Just as she was thinking about burrowing into his beard, Howl eyed her wings with envy, secretly wishing he had a pair of his own to wrap around his snow-encrusted body. I wish I could have stayed home, she remarked, perhaps more to herself than to Howl; nevertheless, the statement piqued his interest. "Where might that be?" he queried, his whiplike tail giving a single curious lash. The grey succumbed to his inner fancies, imagining a variety of exotic biomes which might house a creature as strange and exquisite as his sand-colored companion. Pegasi were still a source of great interest to the half-blood, and this girl was no exception. Where would a pegasus live? On the peak of a mountain? Or perhaps somewhere warmer—the sandy shoal of a tropical beach? Suddenly quite self-aware about how rude he was being, the stallion gave her a respectful bow, careful not to accidentally knock the dun mare with any of his horns. He quickly added: "My name is Howl, and I hail from no-where in particular."
Howl watched her watching him, noting the mismatched colors of her eyes with interest. Never had he seen anyone with such a trait—where he came from (home, he thought longingly), eyes came most commonly in earthen shades such as dark greens, golds and rich browns, and occasionally blue; never did colors mix, nor did individual eyes have colors differing from their partner. Perhaps mismatching eyes were common from where this sandy girl hailed—but if Howl had learned anything in these last few months, it was that he should never take any assumption for granted.
@Aelin