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01-31-2016, 10:38 PM
tilney
and oh, there is more to this life
Frostfalls bite was rapidly approaching like a flash flood. It had already begun tearing Orangemoons scarlet leaves off each tree. The weather turned colder each day, the sun shyly hiding above a canopy of ivory clouds. Each morning Tilney wondered if the sun might touch his face, or would he have to wait another day to feel its humbling embrace.
Clay-coloured hooves took the young brute east through the central meadow, the dying vermillion woodland and glades saddening him ever so slightly. The sanguine kiss of orangemoon destructed shelter for the flora and fauna alike and bruised the heart of the summer-born boy; he, like so many others tended to find sadness and melancholy in the coming of wintertide.
But the sadness of winter gave easily to the glee of birdsong. Without a hellish winter the springs charm would be lost. Birdsong was the light at the end of the tunnel, the dawn after night.
Before the frigid weather was totally among them, Tilney had made it his mission to venture to the Halcyon Flats. Rumors of this place had not yet found his ears, so the mystery was mainly what had brought him so far east.
Cloven hooves soon found their way to the damp edge of the flats, the mistifying mirage challenging his bravery. 'It must be so easy to get lost out there' was one of his first thoughts, sheepishly wading deeper into the crystaline water. A short few moments later he caught the sight of two pale figures. He recognised the silver and porcelain mares from his home. Though hey had never met, he was sure he had greeted them with a cheerful hello of somesort on his ways about the Edge. Slowly the bronze man waded to the duo, a chipper smile on his countenance.
"Salutations!" He cheered upon arrival near the does. The silver unicorn appeared fierce and stood in such a way that made him feel small. The other was elegant, but perhaps just as fierce - this was Queen Elsa. He had never met her, though he had seen her and certainly knew of her.
"My Queen" he bellowed, tipping his lofty crown to the pale fae. "My Lady" He added while his crown was bowed out of respect to the other mare present. "and what brings two western dwellers such as yourselves so far east?".
Clay-coloured hooves took the young brute east through the central meadow, the dying vermillion woodland and glades saddening him ever so slightly. The sanguine kiss of orangemoon destructed shelter for the flora and fauna alike and bruised the heart of the summer-born boy; he, like so many others tended to find sadness and melancholy in the coming of wintertide.
But the sadness of winter gave easily to the glee of birdsong. Without a hellish winter the springs charm would be lost. Birdsong was the light at the end of the tunnel, the dawn after night.
Before the frigid weather was totally among them, Tilney had made it his mission to venture to the Halcyon Flats. Rumors of this place had not yet found his ears, so the mystery was mainly what had brought him so far east.
Cloven hooves soon found their way to the damp edge of the flats, the mistifying mirage challenging his bravery. 'It must be so easy to get lost out there' was one of his first thoughts, sheepishly wading deeper into the crystaline water. A short few moments later he caught the sight of two pale figures. He recognised the silver and porcelain mares from his home. Though hey had never met, he was sure he had greeted them with a cheerful hello of somesort on his ways about the Edge. Slowly the bronze man waded to the duo, a chipper smile on his countenance.
"Salutations!" He cheered upon arrival near the does. The silver unicorn appeared fierce and stood in such a way that made him feel small. The other was elegant, but perhaps just as fierce - this was Queen Elsa. He had never met her, though he had seen her and certainly knew of her.
"My Queen" he bellowed, tipping his lofty crown to the pale fae. "My Lady" He added while his crown was bowed out of respect to the other mare present. "and what brings two western dwellers such as yourselves so far east?".
@Elsa @Nyx
Wander or Leave
turn in to winter lights
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