A new chance at forgivness

A new chance at forgivness

Cera the Golden Prince Posts: 419

Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.5

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.3hh :: 6 Years HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE

Ilaria :: Red Panda :: Heal Brit

11-22-2012, 01:43 PM

Her eyes met his curious ones and she called back to him in greeting. Announcing herself just as Cera had. He tilted his head to the side and mouthed her name to himself a few times before he understood it. Giggling and smiling at her once he got it down. "Okay!" After encountering so many horses with strange names, he wasn't bothered by hers. After all his sounded like a girl name so he couldn't judge. Then again Cera loved his name.

Drawn back to the present he watched her awkwardly shuffle her hooves through the snow. Ebony forelegs striking against the snow as she asked him whether he knew of a close water source. In his mind a mental map appeared in a flash. The closest water source he knew was near Thistle Meadow, where the river split into the Threshold. Nodding, excited to have a task. Innocence clouding his eyes from her wariness of him.

Little sand and snow colored face turned instinctively towards the river. They would have to walk south towards the merge of the Threshold and the Deep Forest. "Yup! It's toward home! Near Deep Forest. Come on! I take you!" Eagerly turning south, nearly bouncing with excitement. They weren't far from it, so Broken wouldn't have to walk too long of a distance. She was lucky to be where she was. Little wings flapped joyously as he pranced ahead of her, leading the way cheerily. Turning his head back to look at her and hopping on. "You no have herd?" Still a little troubled by this. Cera knew the different herd scents and couldn't imagine living alone again. Before Midas had found the orphaned Cera, he had been lonely and scared every day. His herd was his safety net. Broken being new and unclaimed made him worry for her.

"I from Dragon's Throat! You no know Helovia land?" She surely didn't if she asked where the nearest water was. He was hardly five months old and knew the land like an expert. Then again he was born here. Unknowing if he bothered her with his constant chattering. Midas and all his other friends accepted his constant talking and he remained unaware of his own exuberance.