joining, sumati, aryel, healer, open

joining, sumati, aryel, healer, open

Oras Posts: N/A

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02-16-2013, 04:19 AM

O r a s

It seemed as if everyone in the sand place, the Dragon's Throat, had wings. Envy sparked in Oras as he stayed next to Aryel, gazing at the newest mare, Sumati the Sinbird, she had said her name was. Sumati seemed nice enough with a welcoming gaze and flattering motions. He blushed and looked at his little black hooves that blazed against the red sand.

Oras nodded his head slowly as Sumati touched her muzzle to his own, finally daring to take his gaze off of the ground. Next Aryel spoke, though he didn't hear much of it but the end. She wanted to take care of him? To be his new mommy?

"I would like that very much," Oras said, looking up to Aryel with as much respect as he would a God. A shred of doubt still hung in the young colt's mind as he realized he was pressing up against a mare with wings. They all had wings, just like his mother.

No. He couldn't think like that. Aryel was his new mother and she would never do the things that his old one did to him, ever. He knew that for a fact. Oras could suddenly feel the heat intensifying on his black coat, attracting the sun as well as giving his gashes a burning feeling. The colt shifted closer to Aryel in an attempt to get out of the heat. Where was a healer when you actually needed one?

"Speech"