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12-04-2016, 07:27 AM
The only good part of Frostfall is that the bitter cold thins the air to near nothingness and except in the case of snow, prevents cloud cover from forming in anything but the sheerest of films between land and sky. It makes the sun seem more vividly colored somehow, if still impotent against the season, and the stars seem to pierce through the cover of night with an unusual, gleaming vigor. Most of all though, it allows the auroras to unfurl across the Basin like massive, multicolored tapestries being shaken free of cosmic dust by the gods themselves.
The old stallion stands watching, his ears cupped forward with interest. His emerald eyes follow the sway of the lights, sharing his view with the young companion at his chest, still resolutely swaddled in the warmth of his scarf. Though the snake has an incredibly effective method of mapping the world around him through scent and thermal imaging, his regular vision is just shy of completely useless, preventing him from seeing anything but the blackness of low light and low temperatures when he tips his pear shaped head up toward the distant heavens. It's not until the image of rippling colors plays back to him through the shared bond of snake and horse that the python begins to understand his bondeds fascination.
'Pretty.' He comments and is immediately answered by the stallions teasing, "Pretty enough to speak to me?" Which promptly shuts him up again, though he keeps the channels of their mental connection open wide to watch the display.
"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'
OOC // @Larue
albrecht & strom
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