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10-09-2014, 07:06 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-11-2014, 10:43 PM by Bucephalus.)
The stallion seemed amused now."Bew-seff-ahlus." He corrected, lowering his head to rub his muzzle against a leg, getting rid of an itch. "Helovia?" He mused, lifting his head back up, ears pricked at the white mare."I've probably been to worse places than this." He said, flaring his wings slightly as he lept down from the rock he had been on, wings refolding once he had his hooves planted on the snowy ground.
"I have never been part of a herd. Tell me, what is a...mason?" He asked, walking towards her but halting before he got too close. "I want to learn a bit more before I consider joining your herd." He said, ears flicking back slightly. "Mason is the herd leader?" He tried to guess, both puzzled and intrigued by this.
As he waited for her reply he turned towards the pond, walking towards it and cracking the thin, sheet-like ice to drink, ears cocked back to listen for her voice as he pondered to himself. Elsa was dazzling, and if half the mares in the herd were like her... well he'd be in trouble. The speculation made him amused, and he lifted his head and turned to watch Elsa, his mood considerably lighter.
He was starting to tire again, his long flight still reaping it's toll upon the stallion. His wings were not meant for long, soaring flights, but rather for sheer dives and maneuvering with ease through narrow spaces. What he did not tell Elsa was that he had his mind made up; he would join this herd. If it was not to his liking, there was always the sky to slip back away to.
"I have never been part of a herd. Tell me, what is a...mason?" He asked, walking towards her but halting before he got too close. "I want to learn a bit more before I consider joining your herd." He said, ears flicking back slightly. "Mason is the herd leader?" He tried to guess, both puzzled and intrigued by this.
As he waited for her reply he turned towards the pond, walking towards it and cracking the thin, sheet-like ice to drink, ears cocked back to listen for her voice as he pondered to himself. Elsa was dazzling, and if half the mares in the herd were like her... well he'd be in trouble. The speculation made him amused, and he lifted his head and turned to watch Elsa, his mood considerably lighter.
He was starting to tire again, his long flight still reaping it's toll upon the stallion. His wings were not meant for long, soaring flights, but rather for sheer dives and maneuvering with ease through narrow spaces. What he did not tell Elsa was that he had his mind made up; he would join this herd. If it was not to his liking, there was always the sky to slip back away to.
