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06-16-2012, 06:20 PM
Eyes of a dragon spotted him first, wings spread wide to ride the warm currents of air that rose from the sun-scorched lands below. Lithe body tipped, spilling air from the confines of one wing's sails so that the blue spiraled down toward the stallion moving so fleetly below. An image was sent, from one mind to another, of this stranger and key landmarks that would guide the receiver of the image onto an intercepting path.
Below, the mare who saw those images picked up her pace to a trot, moving through the trees with an ease that spoke of familiarity. The woods of the Threshold were nearly as well known to her as were the ones of the Foothills not so very far off indeed. The sun wore on her, bringing a dampness that darkened her slate grey coat to black in places, but it was not too long before attentive ears caught the sound of foreign hoofbeats in the distance. She slowed, angling those white edged ears to discern the extra direction from which they originated. Another flicker of mental image informed her instead, and she approached with quiet confidence.
Mare and dragon convened on the stallion together, one from above and one from before, and there was a brief moment of study before the blue swept past overhead to join his bonded. Wings flashed with sapphire brightness before he settled upon her haunches, midnight colored hide across his back nearly blending in with her sweat darkened coat.
"Greetings, stranger. Welcome to the lands known as Helovia."
Below, the mare who saw those images picked up her pace to a trot, moving through the trees with an ease that spoke of familiarity. The woods of the Threshold were nearly as well known to her as were the ones of the Foothills not so very far off indeed. The sun wore on her, bringing a dampness that darkened her slate grey coat to black in places, but it was not too long before attentive ears caught the sound of foreign hoofbeats in the distance. She slowed, angling those white edged ears to discern the extra direction from which they originated. Another flicker of mental image informed her instead, and she approached with quiet confidence.
Mare and dragon convened on the stallion together, one from above and one from before, and there was a brief moment of study before the blue swept past overhead to join his bonded. Wings flashed with sapphire brightness before he settled upon her haunches, midnight colored hide across his back nearly blending in with her sweat darkened coat.
"Greetings, stranger. Welcome to the lands known as Helovia."
