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10-04-2015, 11:04 PM
He calmly and evenly met the assessing and wary gaze of the other. He usually found dual toned eyes unnerving— for in his homelands before Helovia, they were considered a mark of evil. But the blue and gold eyes of Nephele, despite their intensity, were rather… enchanting. He grinned at her slight sarcasm, looking at the foal with amused fondness. “She’s always curious, to be sure,” he half-agrees with the winged woman. True to his words, the little white minx was bounding towards his legs and gleefully saying his name. A type of warmth that surfaced only with foals spread through his broad features and collected in his sapphire pools. He smiled broadly at the Erthe, lowering his head to playfully nudge her in greeting as she wound between his legs. “How dare she,” he jokingly winked at the foal’s indignance. In hindsight, he worried about the black lung that leaked form her nostrils. Though it seemed that the Lady Moon had graced the Edgers with immunity. Ah well, anything for a foal. They held a soft spot in his heart. He eyes her long tresses, the apricot hightlights glinting against the green shrubbery that it nearly tangled in. “The pleasure is mine, Nephele,” he responds to her simple introduction. Perhaps it was time to move this party to someplace with more room. Indeed, one would not be thinking of herdlands while crammed on a trail. He snorted at himself, turning awkwardly in the narrow space, “There was a small creek and even smaller clearing just around the bend. But it’s still more room than this trail,” he nods over his shoulder, and starts off towards the water he had crossed through not long ago. He chuckled at Erthe’s questions. “Helovia has an edge of sorts, yes. That is where my herdlands are. They sit on white cliffs that overlook the sea. It would be an unwise choice to fall from them— unless,” he again looks over his shoulder, nodding towards the new mare, ”—you have wings such as Nephele, here. Wings would be quite useful at the Edge.” He returned his attention straight ahead, catching a vine on his thick horn in the process. It snapped loudly with a slight bulge and flex of his neck. He sighed, happy that they were nearing the small clearing. “Where are you coming from, Nephele?” |
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