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11-23-2012, 10:46 AM
Aryel was an incorrigible wanderbug, even after being accepted into the herd that called the Dragon's Throat home. Now, her hooves had brought her north to explore the frozen tundra at the topmost tip of the Helovian peninsula. She wasn't sure why, the snowy landscape held little in the way of forage or shelter, and she had heard rumors of a dangerous group of equines that lurked here. She had disregarded such gossip, though, forgetting that every tale, no matter how exaggerated, had a grain of truth to it.
Perhaps it was the landscape itself that drew her here. Frozen and desolate, yet with a kind of cold beauty to it. She had amused herself by shuffling in the snow, creating lines and patterns and swirls, and had even had the idea to roll onto her back and spread out her wings, leaving an imprint of herself. Now, dusted with snow and beginning to feel a little chilled, Aryel was looking for something else to do. Noticing several shapes on the horizon, Aryel's ears pricked up, interested. Who else roamed these snowy steppes? Forgetting the warnings of dangerous horses, she trotted towards them.
Aryel stopped a distance away, trying to make out who they were. Two foals, obviously very young, were cavorting ahead of a third horse, older than them but still young. She could hear him scolding the youngsters, telling them not to run away. "He's right, you know." she said, walking towards the three. "This may be a nice place, but there's no landmarks to use if you do get lost."
(I had no idea how to have her greet them.)
Perhaps it was the landscape itself that drew her here. Frozen and desolate, yet with a kind of cold beauty to it. She had amused herself by shuffling in the snow, creating lines and patterns and swirls, and had even had the idea to roll onto her back and spread out her wings, leaving an imprint of herself. Now, dusted with snow and beginning to feel a little chilled, Aryel was looking for something else to do. Noticing several shapes on the horizon, Aryel's ears pricked up, interested. Who else roamed these snowy steppes? Forgetting the warnings of dangerous horses, she trotted towards them.
Aryel stopped a distance away, trying to make out who they were. Two foals, obviously very young, were cavorting ahead of a third horse, older than them but still young. She could hear him scolding the youngsters, telling them not to run away. "He's right, you know." she said, walking towards the three. "This may be a nice place, but there's no landmarks to use if you do get lost."
(I had no idea how to have her greet them.)
Thanks for the good times, and no hard feelings for the bad times.
Vicer and Aryel's new threads never happened.
Vicer and Aryel's new threads never happened.
