verdant fields, laden with frost; [herd leaders]

[OPEN] verdant fields, laden with frost; [herd leaders]

Roland Posts: 230

Aurora Basin Phantom atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE

Glo

04-09-2014, 12:32 AM

The last of the northern lights had long since died out as they left the Basin, travelling under the shadow of rocky crags until blue sky stretched uninterrupted above their heads. They could not have picked a better day to venture south. Roland prospered beneath the vibrant sunlight, tilting his head to catch the swell of birdsong on the wind and leaning into the warm spring breeze as it twisted through his hair. He was happy. They had left behind the caves at last, and emerged from the darkness with spring hot on their heels, chasing away what was left of the snow and bringing the sun's full force along with it. It felt good to be working again, beyond the Basin's walls with two friends at his side.

They were not deprived of entertainment on their walk. Despite the alluring spread of greenery around them, Imogen had managed to grasp hold of Roland’s attention. His gaze followed her as she bounded through the underbrush and swept past his heels, pale fur catching the light of the sun. Though it was childish to do so, he danced playfully away whenever she neared, attempting, and occasionally succeeding, to flick her tails against his limbs before rushing off into the long grass. Her exuberance helped to distract him from his own uneasiness and self doubt. It had been a while since he’d engaged in such political endeavours, and as of late he had grown distanced from the part of himself that was at ease in the face of negotiation.

He was, at least, confident that they would have good luck dealing with the new leaders of the Hidden Falls. Or perhaps it was the sunlight that brought him hope, running like liquid over his golden hide. It was difficult to be nervous when he was so taken by the land around them. Wild flowers dotted the hillsides and grew in droves across their path, spreading a wave of vibrant colours over the grassy ridges. The dissonance of rushing water echoed off the bluffs and reached them, a mere hiss beneath the sound of Illynx's voice as she called out. Roland met Lena’s gaze as they slowed, returning an encouraging smile before the nonchalance fell from his posture, and the mask of an intermediary replaced the warmth in his eyes. It was a familiar song and dance; the rhythm of diplomacy was not unlike the cadence of war.

Push your luck if it makes you a promise
that turns con men honest.

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