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11-30-2016, 12:43 PM
Xolani
Of the Dragon’s Throat inhabitants, this mare Sohalia was perhaps the least threatening to the mute equine. Having been raised in a land where color and, to a lesser extent, species, determined social status, being placed in a patrol group with another plain, pale mare had put Xolani at ease. Even the presence of Aithniel, a literal demi-goddess whose prettily accentuated hues would have placed her quite high in the social circles of Xolani’s homeland, did not sway the young mare’s mood today. For once, she was not the plainest, least colorful creature present – not with the way her magic had taken over to paint her coat with emotion and thought.
The Halcyon Flats were a beautiful location to be patrolling. Calm ponds lingered over the flat landscape, reflecting the clear blue sky above. It was admittedly quite chilly, but that was to be expected in the middle of Frostfall, and so long as none of them took a swim in the nearby ocean, their thickened winter coats would likely keep them warm. Xolani was grateful that she had been assigned to a relatively southern land rather than the snowy north. Her Arabian lineage would have done little to protect her from the frigid snows there, and then she would have been both cold and wet.
As the silent mare approached the recently-landed pegasus, her coat lit with a variety of colors that displayed her contentment. Orange excitement mingled with a green-tinged yellow peace, and upon her pelt a silhouette of their surroundings appeared. Sohalia asked a question, to which the equine merely shrugged. Even if she had been able to talk, she wouldn’t have had much to contribute. While waiting for the others, Xolani meandered a short distance away, walking between patches of water to examine the beauty of the world around her.
Thinking.
The Halcyon Flats were a beautiful location to be patrolling. Calm ponds lingered over the flat landscape, reflecting the clear blue sky above. It was admittedly quite chilly, but that was to be expected in the middle of Frostfall, and so long as none of them took a swim in the nearby ocean, their thickened winter coats would likely keep them warm. Xolani was grateful that she had been assigned to a relatively southern land rather than the snowy north. Her Arabian lineage would have done little to protect her from the frigid snows there, and then she would have been both cold and wet.
As the silent mare approached the recently-landed pegasus, her coat lit with a variety of colors that displayed her contentment. Orange excitement mingled with a green-tinged yellow peace, and upon her pelt a silhouette of their surroundings appeared. Sohalia asked a question, to which the equine merely shrugged. Even if she had been able to talk, she wouldn’t have had much to contribute. While waiting for the others, Xolani meandered a short distance away, walking between patches of water to examine the beauty of the world around her.
Thinking.
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Use of force and/or magic (with the exception of death) is allowed at all times.
Want to plot with Xolani? Visit her plot page here!
