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11-01-2012, 06:29 PM
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S o r e n Soren was almost nosing the tip of the frosty stream water when another foreign, rustling sound caught his attention. It was airy, like the wind blowing through the trees in the forest when he was born. And then, there was a smell a little bit like father permeating the air, though it was clearly not his sire. Still facing the water's edge, he turned his ebon locked neck to look at the stranger approaching. It wasn't a bird, but it flew just the same! Widened blue eyes were trained on the silver pegasi's landing as he wondered why it had such appendages and not a horn on it's head. Mother didn't have a horn either, but the colt had just assumed that she must have lost hers somehow, since he and father both had them. Soon the winged thing was coming closer, and the curious dappled foal turned his whole lanky body to face him with an awestruck smile. "Hi! Why do you have those things on your back? And what happened to your horn?" He spoke, his young voice void of any fear and full of intrigue. Fortunately, he had picked up some language from his parents in his early days, and speaking was coming quite naturally to him. He had not yet learned what fear was, and so he gazed up at the grey unabashed. Soren almost didn't process the stranger's comment about the water in all the excitement of his entrace. After a few more moments of uninterrupted staring, he turned his sights back to the creek-bed. "It's like the snow! But different."  |
