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06-23-2016, 01:29 PM
Zyanya
As the golden head disappears under the waves, leaving the dual set of horns poking out, an uneasy feeling overtakes Zyanya, wanting to rush in and aid him. The panic dies in her throat as his head pops back up, rivulets of water gushing from his features. For now, the approach of the deer catches her immediate attention. While he would not be the first she had encountered, she definitely felt less than comfortable with the company of deer in general. The stance of the creature sets her heart at ease, for some reason, thinking the buck more suited to golden tones than his companion. A friendly wave of his small tail suggests that her presence is welcomed here; she is grateful to see it.
The expression of the golden stallion's face contorts mischievously, yet Zyanya remains clueless. Either the distance or her naivety affords him the opportunity to appear a regular gentleman. "Slightly," he offers in response to her question. One delicate ear cocks back, the uncertainty showed by her hesitation at the water's edge amplified by the easy-to-read expression of anxiety across her face. If the water was only slightly warm, would it be okay to enter? Whatever the case, it could not be colder than the icy air of the Basin; still, she wavers.
The small figure of the deer continues to cut from the water toward her, and despite her hesitations with strange creatures, the shy girl finds herself smiling softly at the small, dark face. Something within his eyes held a kindness, exuded from his movements, setting her heart at ease. Thinking back, Altair had also tried to make her comfortable when they met in the forest, adopting a shorter stance and nonthreatening pose. She takes a few small steps to close the gap between them, muzzle extending slowly toward the charcoal face. The salt in the air distorts the scent of his fur, but Zyanya thinks it more a greeting for a creature who cannot speak her tongue.
As the golden stallion's voice rises again, Zya jerks her head upward, lilac eyes finding him still amid the water. His voice is kindly over the waves, and the grin on his face looks welcoming enough to her. Without much thought, the girl foolishly steps along to the pace of this stallion. "I recently came to this place - Helovia," she says, her head motioning gracefully backward, to the meadows from which she came to this beach. "I am still sight-seeing, I guess you could say." Her gaze falls back into his direction, an easy smile decorating her pastel lips.
Come on in, there's no monsters here. His invitation rings uneasily in her ears, but Zya ignores the warning. Instead, her face tilts toward the deer, as if to invite him to follow her back toward the water. "I have never seen a lake this large before," her small voice is tinted with wonder, and, had she know the proper word for "ocean", she might have blushed with embarrassment at the statement. She did not, having come from a land of meadows, valleys, and mountains. Oceans did not exist even in their legends - only lakes, rivers, and streams.
The spring waves jet across the sand, rushing first over her azure hooves, then her fetlocks. The cool liquid is not cold, perse, and the mare confidently takes steps forward. Under the beaming sun, rising high above their heads, the water is invigorating. Heavily, her tail drags against the ocean floor, water-logging the locks as she steps further in. Quickening her pace to an easy trot to distract from the disorienting increase of weight on her backside, Zyanya tries to get closer to the golden stallion amid the waves. She halts about knee deep, though, lavender eyes still watching the incoming waves with a measure of distrust unusual for the dainty femme.
Being closer, the roar of crashing waves on the shore should not impede their conversation as much, and the gentle mare lowers her voice to a more natural level. "I am Zyanya of the Aurora Basin," her introduction proudly states her new homeland, feeling glad as the name rolls off her tongue. After all, she decided to seek out a new life, and this home was the beginning of it all. Her lavender eyes watch the golden stranger's face with expectation, hoping to gather a name for her memories.
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ooc: Poor Zya. So oblivious.
The expression of the golden stallion's face contorts mischievously, yet Zyanya remains clueless. Either the distance or her naivety affords him the opportunity to appear a regular gentleman. "Slightly," he offers in response to her question. One delicate ear cocks back, the uncertainty showed by her hesitation at the water's edge amplified by the easy-to-read expression of anxiety across her face. If the water was only slightly warm, would it be okay to enter? Whatever the case, it could not be colder than the icy air of the Basin; still, she wavers.
The small figure of the deer continues to cut from the water toward her, and despite her hesitations with strange creatures, the shy girl finds herself smiling softly at the small, dark face. Something within his eyes held a kindness, exuded from his movements, setting her heart at ease. Thinking back, Altair had also tried to make her comfortable when they met in the forest, adopting a shorter stance and nonthreatening pose. She takes a few small steps to close the gap between them, muzzle extending slowly toward the charcoal face. The salt in the air distorts the scent of his fur, but Zyanya thinks it more a greeting for a creature who cannot speak her tongue.
As the golden stallion's voice rises again, Zya jerks her head upward, lilac eyes finding him still amid the water. His voice is kindly over the waves, and the grin on his face looks welcoming enough to her. Without much thought, the girl foolishly steps along to the pace of this stallion. "I recently came to this place - Helovia," she says, her head motioning gracefully backward, to the meadows from which she came to this beach. "I am still sight-seeing, I guess you could say." Her gaze falls back into his direction, an easy smile decorating her pastel lips.
Come on in, there's no monsters here. His invitation rings uneasily in her ears, but Zya ignores the warning. Instead, her face tilts toward the deer, as if to invite him to follow her back toward the water. "I have never seen a lake this large before," her small voice is tinted with wonder, and, had she know the proper word for "ocean", she might have blushed with embarrassment at the statement. She did not, having come from a land of meadows, valleys, and mountains. Oceans did not exist even in their legends - only lakes, rivers, and streams.
The spring waves jet across the sand, rushing first over her azure hooves, then her fetlocks. The cool liquid is not cold, perse, and the mare confidently takes steps forward. Under the beaming sun, rising high above their heads, the water is invigorating. Heavily, her tail drags against the ocean floor, water-logging the locks as she steps further in. Quickening her pace to an easy trot to distract from the disorienting increase of weight on her backside, Zyanya tries to get closer to the golden stallion amid the waves. She halts about knee deep, though, lavender eyes still watching the incoming waves with a measure of distrust unusual for the dainty femme.
Being closer, the roar of crashing waves on the shore should not impede their conversation as much, and the gentle mare lowers her voice to a more natural level. "I am Zyanya of the Aurora Basin," her introduction proudly states her new homeland, feeling glad as the name rolls off her tongue. After all, she decided to seek out a new life, and this home was the beginning of it all. Her lavender eyes watch the golden stranger's face with expectation, hoping to gather a name for her memories.
""
ooc: Poor Zya. So oblivious.
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