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 Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 8:14 am
She rather wanted to know exactly what the large mare meant by "friendly" and she sincerely hoped he wasn't the kind to run around sticking his nose where it didn't belong. She said none of this and instead tried to focus her attention on Malis's feet. This trick would have worked famously had her new companion not been so chatty. Before long Revyra found herself paying less attention to the trail and more attention to the mare's voice. The words didn't seem to connect with the hawkstrider's brain until golden eyes saw the troll turn about.
"Oh...I'm...fine I guess." She muttered dropping her gaze back to the trail. Calling this trek a "little bit o' a walk" was like calling a river after snowmelt a little trickle. Her gratefulness for this mare's help was starting to be outweighed by heaviness in her feet.
As the trail grew steeper and switched back Revyra contemplated the merits of testing how tired she really was by trying her wings. She decided against it, not wanting to risk a long drop, and just pressed on. The feel of plant life under her hooves eased the final steps up the slope. Determined not to seem weak she held back her comment about flying next time if there were to be one. If she had tried to say it the words would have caught in her throat anyway.
As she came up the last couple of steps all the scenery she'd been watching seemed to change suddenly. It was like stepping into another world. "Wooah..." Forgetting the heaviness in her feet and the tiredness of her legs she stepped closer to the edge to get a better view. "This is..." Several words flashed through her mind. Amazing. Beautiful. Unbelievable. And yet somehow the words that managed to come out of her mouth were, "...pretty high up. It would be easy to glide to safety if something happened..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 04, 2010 7:58 pm
Malis almost seemed smug as she looked over the lands the herd had claimed as her own. While the forest itself was protected fiercely by the trolls, there was many grazing in the open fields below. They almost seemed like dolls from the distance, bright colours in a patchwork sea of green. "Ah be likin' this spot. It be good fer thinkin' and other stuff. Ah be comin' up here quet often when t'ings need t' be quiet." At the feathered mare's comment she nodded, her long dreads clinking as she did so. "Yessums, it'd be good place fer takin' off if you happened t' be of t' winged types." With a toothy grin she added, "Unfortunately ah have t' be walkin' down from here. Ah not be learnin' how t' fly quite yet."
A rustling came from the side, a small path that lead up further into the mountains showing consistent use. Stepping lightly over the rocks a large stallion moved forward, his expression neutral. A crest of feathers grew from his mane, reagle antlers growing from his forehead. He even had long feathers growing from his tail, matching his wings that were neatly folded at his sides. He moved with the grace of familiarity, bright blue eyes falling upon the feathered mare. "Malis," his deep voice intoned. "Who did you bring with you?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 8:12 am
Revyra could hardly tell if the blue mare was joking about flight. Her solid golden eyes wandered over her back noting the glaringly obvious lack of wings that would make flying impossible. Malis didn't seem stupid, far from it in fact, her way of speech just seemed a bit strange to the winged mare. She opened her mouth to toss back a joke of her own, a popular one about ground creatures being able to fly all the way to the earth below, when a strange rustling sound reached her ears.
Instantly her eyes narrowed and her lips pulled upward in a fierce snarl. Her great purple wings unfurled quickly snapping out audibly to make her look larger and like more of a threat. She was really in no shape to be fighting but when a rather unusual looking stallion, proving himself to be the source of the noise, came out and greeted her guide she wasn't sure how to react at all.
The tension in her wings slackened and the snarl fell from her face so although she still glared at the male she simply looked confused and a bit childish. "You know this guy Malis?" She asked still sounding as hostile as she wished she looked.
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