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02-08-2013, 12:40 PM
Farynn longed to go back up in the sky and feel the hot sun press against her pelt as the wind gently stroked her body. But she knew that that would be extremely rude to both of these wingless horses. If anything, she did not want to seem rude. She enjoyed the company of others and would not miss her opportunity to possibly be invited to a herd. It had been a long time ever since she had been in a herd and she did not want to wait any longer. She needed others. A horse could die from loneliness. Besides, she would love to help serve in a herd again. She liked how each and every horse had each other’s back. Since she was not a fighter, she would not be able to fend that well for herself.
As Corsair began to talk, the thoughts washed away from her mind. His beaming smile seemed to make the mare smile even more. He introduced himself and warned her about the Basin. He then asked if she and Faelon had a home. She looked at Corsair and Faelon. She did not have a home. She has been looking for one, but did not have one. Maybe, hopefully, the dark bay would invite her to his home. He had mentioned he lived at the ocean. She would love a home in the beach. To hear the relaxing sound of waves crash up against the sandy shore. She smiled inside just with the thought of it.
Faelon then started to talk. He also did not have a home, just as she had expected. The sun shined down on the three silhouettes, warming her body and she shook her black mane that was streaked with silver. “I have no home as well. I have been traveling for quite a while looking for one though.” She replied to the stallions. Her voice was sweet like honey. Her icy blue eyes gleamed and sparkled, catching the sun’s hot rays.
As Corsair began to talk, the thoughts washed away from her mind. His beaming smile seemed to make the mare smile even more. He introduced himself and warned her about the Basin. He then asked if she and Faelon had a home. She looked at Corsair and Faelon. She did not have a home. She has been looking for one, but did not have one. Maybe, hopefully, the dark bay would invite her to his home. He had mentioned he lived at the ocean. She would love a home in the beach. To hear the relaxing sound of waves crash up against the sandy shore. She smiled inside just with the thought of it.
Faelon then started to talk. He also did not have a home, just as she had expected. The sun shined down on the three silhouettes, warming her body and she shook her black mane that was streaked with silver. “I have no home as well. I have been traveling for quite a while looking for one though.” She replied to the stallions. Her voice was sweet like honey. Her icy blue eyes gleamed and sparkled, catching the sun’s hot rays.
