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05-27-2013, 11:00 AM
Romani
The residue of last night's storm lingered in the air. While the sky itself bathed and permeated in the bright colors of a new sunrise, the air was damp and moist, humid from the torrential fall rain that had fallen upon Helovia the night before. Soon, instead of rain, it would be snow that coated this earth... Beneath solid hooves, the leaves were water-logged and sluggish, muffling her hoof falls with each step that she took. For so long, Romani's ears had grown used to the constant snap! and other such sounds of dried leaves that occured underfoot that the silence was somewhat unnerving.
Beside her, Kasai was having a similar thought. The black and white tigress would take a few steps in the damp undergrowth before pausing to shake her paws in an attempt to rid them of water, her little nose and whiskers scrunching in distaste and annoyance. The cub, while not minding water in itself, rather detested the concept of rainfall. Why have rain fall from the sky when there was plenty to drink upon the ground? The concept of it all confused the white tiger cub, and her annoyance spread through the internal link that she and Romani shared.
The Haflinger glanced down at the cub that trotted along her side, dark lips turning upwards in a chuckle. "Come now, sweet," came the golden-red mare's soft voice, a gentle contrast to the harsh and brutal cracks of lightning that had sung across the night's sky mere hours before, "It isn't that terrible. If you think about it, the moisture here isn't that different from the Edge..." Still, despite her words, Kasai remained annoyed. An ear would tip back, then flick forward, and the tiger's tail swayed to and fro in vexation.
Despite her stark unhappiness with the situation, the two continued their way into the Threshold. Romani's sharp azure eyes lingered through the fall-colored trees, taking a few moments to admire the glistening leaves that shone brilliantly in a fall display before picking up the pace once more. Thick legs propelled the stocky gypsy forward at a leisurely walk, simply attempting to enjoy the day. She wasn't out today to search for lost souls, but instead was simply enjoying a walk with her beloved companion. Despite the love that she had formed for the World's Edge in her time there, Romani still loved to wander. She was, after all, a gypsy; adventure and exploration was in her life-blood.
Weaving through the trees with as much poise as her frame could give her, the Protector kept her wits about her, and immediately slowed her pace to a walk when she spotted something rather peculiar through the trees. A splotch of red lay in a crumpled heap by the shore of a little pond, and Romani's head tilted to the side in curiosity as she tried to figure out just who the stranger was. A compact red body, somewhat similar to hers, except this stranger sported a rather impressive set of wings. A Pegasus, then. Golden hues decorated his crimson hide, and the mare took a moment to appreciate them before giving in to her concern.
Beside her, Kasai gave a grunt and a soft growl of curiosity. Her nose twitched once, twice, three times before striped paws took the feline closer, to which Romani immediately followed, the ivory strands of her tail flicking to the side. There was no way of knowing if this newcomer was friend or foe, and so the Protector approached with great caution.
"Are you unwell, sir?" The Haflinger inquired softly, head dipping downwards. The long strands of the mare's forelock fell forward, nearly covering her crisp blue eyes, but for once Romani didn't toss her head to rid her gaze from the cumbersome hairs. No, she remained fixed and focused upon the stallion. Experienced eyes roamed his frame, taking it in now that she stood closer. Perhaps this unfortunate soul had been caught in the fury of Orangemoon's late-night storm... "My name is Romani, sir, and this is my companion Kasai... Can you tell me your name?"
Beside her, Kasai was having a similar thought. The black and white tigress would take a few steps in the damp undergrowth before pausing to shake her paws in an attempt to rid them of water, her little nose and whiskers scrunching in distaste and annoyance. The cub, while not minding water in itself, rather detested the concept of rainfall. Why have rain fall from the sky when there was plenty to drink upon the ground? The concept of it all confused the white tiger cub, and her annoyance spread through the internal link that she and Romani shared.
The Haflinger glanced down at the cub that trotted along her side, dark lips turning upwards in a chuckle. "Come now, sweet," came the golden-red mare's soft voice, a gentle contrast to the harsh and brutal cracks of lightning that had sung across the night's sky mere hours before, "It isn't that terrible. If you think about it, the moisture here isn't that different from the Edge..." Still, despite her words, Kasai remained annoyed. An ear would tip back, then flick forward, and the tiger's tail swayed to and fro in vexation.
Despite her stark unhappiness with the situation, the two continued their way into the Threshold. Romani's sharp azure eyes lingered through the fall-colored trees, taking a few moments to admire the glistening leaves that shone brilliantly in a fall display before picking up the pace once more. Thick legs propelled the stocky gypsy forward at a leisurely walk, simply attempting to enjoy the day. She wasn't out today to search for lost souls, but instead was simply enjoying a walk with her beloved companion. Despite the love that she had formed for the World's Edge in her time there, Romani still loved to wander. She was, after all, a gypsy; adventure and exploration was in her life-blood.
Weaving through the trees with as much poise as her frame could give her, the Protector kept her wits about her, and immediately slowed her pace to a walk when she spotted something rather peculiar through the trees. A splotch of red lay in a crumpled heap by the shore of a little pond, and Romani's head tilted to the side in curiosity as she tried to figure out just who the stranger was. A compact red body, somewhat similar to hers, except this stranger sported a rather impressive set of wings. A Pegasus, then. Golden hues decorated his crimson hide, and the mare took a moment to appreciate them before giving in to her concern.
Beside her, Kasai gave a grunt and a soft growl of curiosity. Her nose twitched once, twice, three times before striped paws took the feline closer, to which Romani immediately followed, the ivory strands of her tail flicking to the side. There was no way of knowing if this newcomer was friend or foe, and so the Protector approached with great caution.
"Are you unwell, sir?" The Haflinger inquired softly, head dipping downwards. The long strands of the mare's forelock fell forward, nearly covering her crisp blue eyes, but for once Romani didn't toss her head to rid her gaze from the cumbersome hairs. No, she remained fixed and focused upon the stallion. Experienced eyes roamed his frame, taking it in now that she stood closer. Perhaps this unfortunate soul had been caught in the fury of Orangemoon's late-night storm... "My name is Romani, sir, and this is my companion Kasai... Can you tell me your name?"
The True Soldier Fights Not Because
He Hates What is in Front of Him,
But Because he Loves What is Behind Him.
