harvest moon [Ahriman, Mirage]

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harvest moon [Ahriman, Mirage]

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

09-17-2012, 08:23 AM

LACE

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

Once, the appearance of the small foal would have made him sigh and writhe in discomfort. Dealing with children had never been his forte, so much that the comments of one could make him see red and treat them like adults, dealing out physical punishment where none was due. It had been back in the days when he was little more than a foal himself, green and inexperienced in anything but the art of warfare and combat.
Now, as the tainted moon colored his eyes a truly amber red hue, he simply watched with quiet curiosity as the white-coated boy made his way across the meadow. Lace commended the caution with which the colt approached him, but also the bravery that allowed the little explorer to speak up and address him despite the obvious hesitation.

"And she likes you" he replied seriously. The stallion carefully hid a smile at the seriousness with which he was faced, and granted Ahriman a bow in greeting that really was more suitable for an old man. "Good evening, Ahriman. My name is Lace, and the dragon by your side go by the name Fajira." He watched with a solemn expression as Fajira bumped noses in greeting, the little dragon about as curious of the colt as Ahriman was of her. She had so little contact with the youngsters of his race that he was surprised that she even knew how young the foal was. The soft warbles that ran from her throat were tender and warm as she scrutinized the little gentleman, a paw reaching out to nudge at the scruffy strands that grew from the crown of his white head. Then she froze in the middle of the motion, remained still and silent for a moment before suddenly throwing herself up into the air with a cheerful warble. A knowing was passed from her mind to Lace, warning him of the arrival of a familiar figure before she had the chance to cast of the cloak of stealth that so effectively protected her from view.

The stallion finally allowed the smile to break out over his face as he saw Mirage step out from the shadows of the night and walk towards them. A low rumble rolled from deep within his chest in greeting, and while Fajira danced through the haunting glow of the night to welcome her golden friend he waited for the WeyrLeader to close the distance between them. He couldn't help a quiet chuckle from escaping as she gently scolded the long-legged colt for running off, at once glad that he hadn't asked the little wanderer about the whereabouts of his mother. It was enough with one adult to point out the risks of strolling alone through the night when one was barely tall enough to reach over the lush grasses of the Fields.

"You won't get anywhere in this world by being considerate of your mother" he defended the youngling and gave the shadow mare a quick wink filled with humor. "If my mother had gotten her wishes I would still be glued to her side, not taking a step without her knowledge and approval." But she hadn't gotten her wishes through, and Lace couldn't quite remember if she had been proud or saddened the day when his training began; a long education that effectively separated him from her for long periods of time, until they had turned into strangers and the only bond that existed between them was that of blood. Pray that it wouldn't become the fate of this boy, to not quite be able to recall the sound of his mothers voice or remember how her touch felt.

But the sadness that for a moment clouded the strong gaze only lingered for a moment, and the address of his friend pulled the stallion back to the present. He stepped closer to her and reached out a soft nose to nudge against hers, blowing a breath of warm air into the peaceful night.
"It is good to see you too, Mirage" he said warmly, glad that she had managed to escape the duties of a leader long enough to go on a stroll. Or perhaps babysitting was one of her tasks as a herd leader? "I see you have been busy since last time we met" the soft voice teased, a brazen gleam in the eyes suggesting that she should have taken it more slowly in carrying and conceiving. Of course the size of young Ahriman proved beyond doubt that he was too young to be the child of a mare that had been slender as a filly when they met not even half a season ago, but why should he let a chance like this go to waste? They both enjoyed playing games, and this time he would be the one to launch the start of one.

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