Sun Rising [Birth, Open]

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Sun Rising [Birth, Open]

Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459

Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5

Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE

Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan

09-11-2012, 06:39 PM

LACE

Who, in his mind,
has not probed the dark water?

They had spent the night in their own peaceful company, enjoying the silence and the cool wind that softly tugged at the yellowing grass. A recent storm had left the stallion tired both mentally and physically, not entirely prepared yet to hold on to the brighter mentality he was determined to create. There was no point in hurrying anyway, and so he had retreated to the Meadow to graze and rest, making sure that the mental wounds was given time to heal. Fajira helped him at the best of her ability, but as the night progressed he noticed how her attention began to stray. From time to time he caught her lifting the slender pristine head to the wind, listening to something that he couldn't quite perceive. He tried to ask her what was going on, but she just shrugged him off, unwilling to tell; Lace frowned at the stubbornness of his bonded but let her be, at least for the time being.

As dawn began to brighten the sky to the east, she finally stirred from her favorite place on his back. With a startling cry the dragon unfurled her wings and took to the sky, her bright voice resounding excitedly. The masked warrior looked up from his grazing and followed her with puzzled eyes, and as she urged him on with mental nudges and thrilled swoops down towards him he complied, not entirely sure what it was she wanted.
She led him over the meadow at a calm pace, towards a small cluster of trees. As they came closer Lace picked up the fresh scent of horses, most of them unknown to him. One belonged to someone he had met just recently though, and the other... It was familiar somehow, in a way that teased memories of the past.

Curiosity awakened, he cautiously slipped closer to the small gathering of horses that appeared before him. Fajira flew ahead and warbled a greeting to Akaith and to the unfamiliar blue dragon that perched on a branch above; Lace followed more cautiously, eying the gathered horses as he joined the group. A low nicker warned them of his presence, and with a strange feeling of intruding he eased himself in next to Mirage; she suddenly felt like a safe haven, secure and soothing as he nodded politely to the two stallions that also had gathered. He hoped that they wouldn't see him as trouble; they appeared more than capable, and frankly he had no desire whatsoever to test his strength. Not in a place like this.

Then the White turned his attention to the center of everyones attention, and the reason for her excitement became clear. A smile crept over his maw as he saw the mother and newborn child, a scene unfamiliar to him but heart-warming none the less. Amber eyes watched the pale foal, studied her intricate markings with interest. She was sure to grow up into a beautiful creature, no doubt; already there was something about her that claimed his attention, and not only because of the grand occasion. Then his eyes turned to the mother, and for a moment it felt like his heart was trying to skip a beat. She was familiar. He had seen her before, and nothing would be able to erase her existence from his mind. She was too intimately tied to his past to be forgotten, even though they had met only briefly and during rough circumstances. Smoke. The mare with the generous heart that had seen fit to heal his wounds even though he had been a traitor and an enemy. For a moment confusion raged through his skull, before Fajira quickly broke the trail of thought and directed his attention back to the present; there was etiquette to consider, and his silence would be incredibly rude.

"Greetings, Smoke" he said in a soft voice and bowed the head politely, not entirely sure that she would remember him. "It has been a while since we met; I hope you have been well. May I congratulate? Your daughter is very beautiful, you must be proud."

It was curious how they all seemed connected. He and Smoke had met once a long time ago, and it seemed like she and Mirage shared a strong connection with each other. And now he and Mirage had met as well, and no one knew what would come of that. It was like an invisible design, a pattern as intricate and complicated as the one that covered the little wings of the foal.

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