[PRP] So Beautiful (Nidawi x Nithralith)

[Nyhility]

Well this certainly was an unexpected change of scenery. Who knew that a mountains edge could so quickly be reduced to a pool of muds and pebbles? Granted that it was like a soothing balm to a traveler's worn legs, so to that end the stallion could not complain. The liquid soil would likely add an unintentional polish to his hooves, come to think of it. Those were only the positive points trying to cross Nithralith's mind, however, as he was quickly consumed in thoughts of the negative.

Such as the temperature and texture of the thick substance. With winter's nightfall upon the land, he might as well have stepped into the innards of an abandoned corpse. He could only begin to imagine what else lurked beneath the surface, predators, prey, or victims. And with each step he pulled out of the marsh, he heard more than he could see. A fact that was not all too comforting for the stallion. Just how deep was this marsh, and how far should he risk crossing through it? The shadow of night was of no help to his worries, as the marsh seemed to stretch endlessly to mee the horizon. But upon closer inspection, Nithralith noticed boulders marking the area like haphazardous gravestones. Either they were impressively large, or they signaled shallow waters and perhaps even drier land.

With hesitance haulting his steps, Nithralith peered up at the sky, its darkening hues in stark contrast to his own irises. The trees above him were already in slumber to survive the season. Those with leaves were now bare, and those who resisted to keep their garments were slouched with the effort. Stubborn foliage. But he'd have to follow their sample is he was expecting to reach any fruition to his travels. His younger kin had a vast head start to explore these lands, and he could not afford trivial fears to slow or otherwise avert his path.

A muttering in the dead land, and the stallion furrowed his brow to the sound with his ears pointed forward. Weaving between the thin trees before him seemed to be a specter, pale and lithe against the blunt, earthy tones of the marsh. It's motions were stumped however by the thick water, and Nith knew then that it was a mortal Soquili just as himself. He had no intentions of following the stranger, until the sight of all four of her hooves helped sway his mind. If he could get to solid land, his travels would be all the more faster. And so he stalked to her direction, motions casual and eyes averted to show no ill will.
 

[Nyhility]

His steps were becoming easier to take, and the mud was slowly receding from his long legs. While the color blended with his pelt and seemed to not change, the stallion could begrudgingly feel the air chill the clinging substance against his skin. A small detail, but enough of one to cause the male to go rigid in his motions. If there was one thing he did not enjoy, it was to be in a state lacking hygiene for longer than necessary. Whether it was the sensation or embarrassment of such uncleanliness that bothered the stallion was unknown. All the same, it was a factor that he always sought to correct. And this marsh was setting the perfect example of just how long it to unsettle his otherwise relaxed demeanor.

As he continued his escape from the mud, his ear pulled forward as the mare acknowledged his presence. At least there was no hint of tension or fear in her tone. "Good Evening to you." His own voice was courteous, though his eyes kept downcast to keep track of where he was walking. Despite his anticipation to reach solid ground, Nith was still just as weary of slipping in a deep and unseen hole. It was only when the mare lowered to the earth that he bothered peering directly at her, her pale form like a stray snowflake crossing his vision. But just as swiftly she was on her hooves again, and Nith was left baffled over the intention of her motion. Had she slipped? Although the point was moot now, as she tossed him a jolly question for converstation.

"...I...can not say that I am." The stallion furrowed his brow for just a second before letting it fade from his features. Who was he to judge the natives and their behaviors? Even if it did involve marching in a c...wait. "Is that a hobble to your gait?" At last he emerged from the thick water, taking a few heavy steps to shake the residue from his legs while remaining at a respectful distance from the other Soquili. That was definitely a limp...unless she was simply a less than gracious individual. "The marsh, is that were you received that?" Nith glanced over his shoulder, easily spying some of the roots that peeked out from the waters like a crocodile in waiting. No doubt those could easily snag against anyone crossing by.

"You had best to be getting that balmed and sealed, unless you are looking for furt...." He turned back to the other and froze. The dark scenery was already unsettling enough, but to see the other so hushed and far away made Nith's senses falter. For someone who seemed bubbling with youthful life just seconds ago, to this.... "Miss." The male stood his ground tensely, counting her steps. He'd heard tales, how unwise it was to wake those from a living sleep. If that was indeed what was happening before him. All the same he hovered nearby, ready to alter her path should she take more steps than were recommended.

"Miss."