Post by Xenan on Aug 29, 2011 16:16:30 GMT -5
Zafira
Her goal had been to wander through this new land in all its entirety, viewing every portion to measure where she might home herself, if at all. As of yet, Zafira had not seen a place she found comfortable enough. Coming from the high altitudes of the mountains in the far northwest outside of Equorum, the sun-kissed femme of mostly pure white was most acclimated to colder conditions. It had been a while since she had seen snow and ice, and as the tovero painted mare made her way to the tundra, her velvety pink lips almost curved a bit at the prospect at seeing it again. With it being the middle of autumn, Fira was hoping there would be plenty of it blanketing the earth. If it were anything like her mountain home, it would be cool enough for most of it to stay year-round. The temperature seemed to drop degree after degree as mile after mile she drew nearer to her destination at the most elegant and swiftest of prances. Her long, creamy colored mane and tail flown in the breeze with her forelock framing a face with the medicine hat marking and set with bright blue eyes. Heavy feathering covered every cannon bone and accentuated every fluid motion of her pillars.
Kicking her pace up into a lope, she whickered to herself and threw her heels up in a little buck. She had only been away from her home herd for just under a year, but Zaffy had turned five years of age in the spring and she thought it was time she made a life for herself. The thought of meeting new equines and joining a different herd excited her, and as she settled her pace back into a lovely trot, she contemplated the possibility of even finding a mate. In her younger years, the painted filly had admired the love shown in her mother’s own blue eyes every time she looked at her father. She wasn’t naïve enough to think it would come easy. Nothing grand in life ever was. But Fira was up to the challenge of trying. And besides, no one said she had to make it easy on the stallion of her choosing! With a light laugh and a shake of her head, she pushed that thought aside and focused on her course of action. Once she arrived at the tundra, she would have to make herself known to its King. Just the littlest fluttering of butterfly wings grazed her stomach at the thought. Would he be the type to expect only the most eloquent of behaviors in his presence, or would he be accepting of any nature? Well she would just have to find him first and save her judgments for later.
As Zaffy finally crossed the border into the Snowy Flatlands, she smiled. It was quite nice today; not cold, but chilly with a cool wind blowing from the north. Snow did, in fact cover most of the terrain, only showing a bit of grass here and there. In the distance, Evergreen trees held true to their name, standing tall and green, the occasional tree decorated with white and a few even bore icicles. As she passed under a lower branch of one to her left, Zaf paused to lift her regal head, she blew warm air from her nares until it trickled a bit, then let her tongue dart out to sample from the droplets sliding off the pointed end. A bird took that moment to squawk at her from its nest not too far above her head, flapping its wings and ruffling its feathers. Sapphire pools took in the small-bodied creature as it made a fuss, lips curling in amusement before she nickered to it, trying to convey the message that she was no threat. Seeing that the bird either didn’t understand or didn’t care, Fira tossed her head and flicked her heavy tail before resuming her trek in that swift trot of hers further into the terrain.
Flame-hued ears remained alert, nostrils flared to capture any scent on the autumn breeze, and azure eyes took in as much of the scenery as was visible to her. It was apparent to her that there was at the very least, a small herd that had passed through these meadows as she was now. From the scent of them as a whole, Zaf could tell it was a herd that resided here, led by a stallion she did not yet know the name of. Instinct told her the scent she’d first smelled upon crossing the border of this herdland belonged to the King himself. Occasionally, Z could see hoof prints similar in size to her own imprinted in the soft powder. Deductive reasoning made her sure they belonged to him as well, at the times when he would make his rounds upon his terra away from wherever the herd rested deep within the borders. Another giddy wave sent trickles up her spine as she came to a halt well into the meadows and a burst of energy and sheer excitement had her lifting herself in a high rear. Kicking her forelimbs out a bit, Zafira released a call to the King, her voice loud and strong and clearly feminine in tone announcing her presence. As she landed herself, she smiled, tipping her head back softly to clear strands of her long, creamy forelock out of her vision. She then held herself proudly and listened, watching and waiting for the King’s arrival.
(OOC: Updated so that it wasn't stuck in the summer setting ^^')
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