The sun will rise. [Kirious]

[skibbereenfarms]

ERZULI.
dances with ghosts.

Even with the cold winter air forcing the leaves from the trees and the snow hiding the grass from her sight, Erzuli could feel the positive vibes radiating from the land. Although she couldn't say that winter was a pleasant time for her (she had lived in a generally warm home all of her life), the season was quite intriguing to her. She was surprised that The Great Mother hadn't shown her something like this before, but she decided that perhaps she wanted Erzuli to get out there and see the other wonders of this world. She would be exploring these lands on her own, for her faithful bird companion desired to fly to warmer climates and allow the winter to pass. So she would be alone, basically, until spring came along, or at least she happened to encounter another horse. However, getting such vibes from the land told her that this place was not entirely inhabited; so unless she got really lucky, she'd be alone for quite a bit. This was a good thing for a mare like Erzuli. This way, she'd be able to bond with the terrain without anyone interrupting her.

With that, the spiritual mare dug her hooves into the snow. Each leg was stretched a bit outward, and she moved her neck slowly back and forth to stretch it out and also take in the sweet air. All of her rituals usually came with a song, and this one was no different; the mare began humming a sweet, hopeful tune. She reached out to the spirits of the land, requesting a warm welcome in exchange for her services; those included, of course, helping them communicate with those still living, as well as educating the living on respecting those of the past, and other things like this. The humming stopped, as she had been given permission to carry on. With a smirk on her face, the mare sped off, leaving a nice trail of hoof prints in the snow behind. She whinnied to the skies and rejoiced. The land welcomed her, and that was all that she needed.

ooc: Crapped out at the end, but I'm dying to get this out there. :'D

[Snowfrost]

KIRIOUS.

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One of the most marvelous times in Winril was when it was snowing. Though cold, the change in scenery was so drastic that it seemed like Winril changed completely and was a new land altogether. This fascinated Kiri in many ways, and he loved taking leisurely trots around his land so he could just see what was happening. New animals emerged from where they once were not; trees laden in white, the snow caked onto the leaves; the waters, iced over and turned solid; the air, crisp but chilling, the nip to them changing as the wind either picked up or died down.

Winril was so alive during winter. It seemed like the land was alive at all seasons, but Kirious enjoyed watching how things happened in the land of white. Today he was enjoying a leisurely trot through his lands, his head held high and his nostrils blowing puffs of warm air into the chill. His coat was thicker as to keep him warm, but his eyes were as bright as ever. Today was a good day -- cold, but good.

Another good thing about winter was that new scents were easy to catch. The old ones, the normal ones of his land and herd horses, were duller because he was used to them, but he could always tell who was who when or what was what when he needed to. The strange scents, however, stuck out like a noisome odor -- and today that was exactly what happened. Slowing his pace and bringing himself into a guarded alertness, the River King scanned around as the scents wafted into his nostrils. Who could this be, wandering into my home? He pondered lightly the possibilities. It wasn't a stallion, he could tell this much quickly -- but why would a mare stumble into the Grasslands?

It didn't take him long to pick up a solid trail. Hoof-prints were dug deeply into his homeland, which also told him that the newcomer was not a Winril Native. Natives had a different imprint on his land, and didn't make as heavy steps. They were sure-footed, but light in their step-making. This mare was from somewhere else, though, and by the crudeness of some of the prints as he followed them more he could tell that she was speeding through his land without a care in the world. This somewhat troubled the King, but not so much that he went into a defensive mode. Instead, the curious split-faced King brought his nose to the ground and registered her scent.

It was a curious scent, to say the least. She certainly was not from around here, and it intrigued him. Snorting lightly, Kirious brought his head up jerkedly and took off after her in a fast-paced trot, coming 'round the trail she took so that he would appear on her side instead of directly behind her. When he did come to her location, he didn't want to appear to be chasing her. He was merely curious, as his name implied.

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