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05-31-2013, 09:13 PM
He had heard the call that was sent out, his body stiffening from the unfimiliarity of it before he saw others in his herd moving. It must be something important for everyone to be going in the same direction, and so he turned his head and followed them. He followed them to the very edge of their land, staring out at the cliff and the dragoness that perched on it. He stared at her unabashedly, after all it wasn't every day that one met a dragon horse as she quickly turned out to be. He stood there, listening throughout the entire meeting silently. Helping others, it seemed like a good idea. He would be more than happy to help other horses out, after all, it was only fair that he help others like the herd helped him by taking him in.
Marius listened to the responses given by each side, curiosity for what they would say keeping his ears perked up. So many responses in such little time, they were all good points but some made his ears lay back flat. Magic that could harm? Surely no one actually harmed others with magic unless it was for the better in the end. That would make the most sense after all. With a nod of his head he turned back to paying attention.
Mirage's theatrical transformation had him temporarily stunned and he watched in shock. It was perhaps one of the most amazing things he had seen thus far in his five years of life. Could all horses with magic do that? Perhaps, he wouldn't know, but it would be awfully conveniant. Particularly for equines, because the wings would help them get places faster. It was perhaps one of the main reasons he envied pegasai. Yet he pushed that to the side as Mirage spoke, asking one in particular about another of their herd. One called Ink.
Ears perking to listen, he turned and his eye caught the shape of someone vaguely familiar. Instantly his attention turned to that being, and he picked his way through the herd members carefully to avoid being in anyone's way for too long. Surely it couldn't actually be his mother after he had spent this long searching and had finally let it go. He paused for a moment, contemplating his actions. He could go to the mare, speak to her. If it wasn't his mother, he could apologize and move on. If it was, well... all the better!
He grinned and moved forward again, though he kept one ear cocked to the side to listen for anything else the others might say. After all, the conversation was interesting to say the least.
Marius listened to the responses given by each side, curiosity for what they would say keeping his ears perked up. So many responses in such little time, they were all good points but some made his ears lay back flat. Magic that could harm? Surely no one actually harmed others with magic unless it was for the better in the end. That would make the most sense after all. With a nod of his head he turned back to paying attention.
Mirage's theatrical transformation had him temporarily stunned and he watched in shock. It was perhaps one of the most amazing things he had seen thus far in his five years of life. Could all horses with magic do that? Perhaps, he wouldn't know, but it would be awfully conveniant. Particularly for equines, because the wings would help them get places faster. It was perhaps one of the main reasons he envied pegasai. Yet he pushed that to the side as Mirage spoke, asking one in particular about another of their herd. One called Ink.
Ears perking to listen, he turned and his eye caught the shape of someone vaguely familiar. Instantly his attention turned to that being, and he picked his way through the herd members carefully to avoid being in anyone's way for too long. Surely it couldn't actually be his mother after he had spent this long searching and had finally let it go. He paused for a moment, contemplating his actions. He could go to the mare, speak to her. If it wasn't his mother, he could apologize and move on. If it was, well... all the better!
He grinned and moved forward again, though he kept one ear cocked to the side to listen for anything else the others might say. After all, the conversation was interesting to say the least.
