Liridon



Snowfall and Light Squalls ||Fable

#1
- 29
Played by Hermes
The antlered man makes his way through the snow. Yes, that is right. Real, actual snow. He feels as giddy as a young colt is when seeing the white powder for the first time. Lifting his legs high, head bowed, smile firmly planted on his lips, Kadir prances along. It has been so long since the blue furred man has seen the spectacle of the falling white flakes. He had been a colt when he first saw it, not yet old enough to have grown into his antlers. It had been a wonder filled day and night, as the young boy had learned what the white substance falling from the sky truly was good for.

Now as they drift slowly to the ground, blanketing the landscape and damping all sounds, Kadir remembers his first snowfall. It had only snowed once the whole time Kadir was growing up. The white flakes had mesmerized and enthralled the young colt that had played outside for hours while the snow fell. He had pranced and flung body into the snow to roll in. It wasn’t until the sun had set and the cold had settled into his bones that the young colt had retreated to the safety of his home. He had become sick from his frolicking in the snow and had to rest by the fire for a week. By the time he was allowed outside again, the white wonder had melted and he was left pining for it the rest of his days there.

Now he is able to see it again, the phenomenon of his youth, now unfolding before his eyes.

The crunch of his hooves, his heavy breathes and the thrumming of his heart are the only companions as the stallion moves, making his way toward the object of his fascination. There is a lake, frozen over with a thick layer of ice that the man is moving toward. He had passed a town, in his travels, and they had told Kadir of a lake that had bioluminescent algae growing in it. They had told him that, during the winter season, when the lake froze over, the algae light up at night. The townspeople assured him it was winter at the lake and he had gone along his way.

Curiosity is a strange thing. When something truly peeks one’s interest it can gnaw at the back of one’s mind, enticing and enchanting them with crazy tales of things so fanciful… well it leaves them no choice but to chase these crazy imaginings. That is why he is trudging through the snow toward this mystical lake. Why he needs to see; he does not know. All he knows is that some part of him longs to see this display of lights. Kadir knows he should hurry, that the light behind clouds is shifting from day to dusk and that will quickly give way to night. But there is no hurrying when he is surrounded by snow.

Looking around at everything with great fascination, Kadir notes the deep snowbanks, some taller than him! Trees laden with the snowflakes that clump together and bend the branches. The flakes that gather upon his back, in his glowing fur and on his head and antlers does not bother Kadir. The cold kiss of the ice as it melts serves to energize and further drive home the fact that it is snowing.

Snowing! One minute he had been walking in a forest, a warm spring day until he hit the tunnel. Kadir had walked through a march of the seasons. From spring to summer that gave way to fallen leaves and finally to the cold embrace of winter. He had walked through it all, in awe of the magic of this place and smiled when he first caught sight of the blizzard. It had blown in, obscuring his vision and dumping the icy flakes down. When it had settled to a light snowfall, Kadir had pressed forward, exploring the winter scene with wonder.

Now, he pauses in his trek toward the lake. Looking around, hoping that no one is near, he flings himself sideways into a snow bank. With a snort of laughter, he flails on his side, kicking the powder everywhere and coating himself in the chilly substance. Great eruptions of laughter break the silence of the peaceful surroundings. Once he is thoroughly coated in snow, Kadir sits up. A huge smile splits his lips and lights his eyes with mirth. He feels like a colt again. While his antlers and horns prevent the stallion from flopping fully onto his back, he contents himself to throwing snow all over his body. Now he stands, fully covered in white, his blue fur softly glowing through the light covering of powder.

For a moment he just stands there, allowing the cold to seep into his body while he just enjoys the feeling of being young again and the excitement that the snow brings him. Then, with one great, mighty shake of his body, he sheds most of the blanket. Letting out a “Whoop!” Kadir proceeds to lift his legs high as he trots along a path that has been made by some unknown animals that came this way before him. The sun is setting and the algae will soon begin to light the lake.

What will he find?

"I speak" I think

x|x


@Fable
#2
Nomad - 19 years
Played by LixyLime

Everything was draped in an icy blanket of glittering white from the woodland floor, to the underbrush which grew resiliently beneath the towering trees, and to those outstretched boughs overhead. Oh, beautifully breathtaking the highest of mountain peaks would be on such an evening! But, the raven-feathered woman is not there, standing in a world dwarfing all else in its vast shadows. Instead, she is standing there in a winter wonderland made of rustic pines, evergreens, and spruce. Bright baby blues trace over every curve in the mounds of snow that gather around the base of every tree, hiding beneath it the wild greens she knew were there. She is purely and utterly mystified at just how wildly the magic seized this place affectionately named by its native as Liridon was proving to be, so much so that it felt as though she had crossed some threshold and into a strange world universes away from the one she’d been born in. Yes, of course she knew that such an idea was silly, that she was still merely countless miles from her birthlands rather than galaxies, but that hardly took away the wonderment of this captivating kingdom. Though the brindled woman and her freinn companion have traveled eagerly within the borders of Liridon upon the very first day they’d arrived in the same fashion that she has the realms before this one, Fable found herself continuously drawn to the rippling and playful arms of the lake.

She has danced within the tides of the beach to the west, relaxed happily on the edges of meadow further inland, and ventured with boundless fascination the depths of the forest. It seemed that there was always something new and exciting around the next bend in the trails she discovered, some worn while others were overgrown with lack of being walked. And yet, for reasons she couldn’t quite explain, though she he hardly tried to, it was always the lake which beckoned her back. Enamored with the winter wonderland she was surrounded by, the winged femme thinks she knows why it was that she is so infatuated with this particular place. It had only been perhaps a several days since Fable first found herself here upon the pebbled shore of the lake she knew to rest just north of where she was in this very moment, and it had been warm and lush and green on that evening. However, now, instead of standing in a world wrapped up within the warm embrace of what had surely been spring, perhaps even early summer at the latest, time seems to have fast-forwarded in a matter of a few fleeting metaphorical blinks of dark lashes over eyes like a clear summer sky as she finds herself encompassed by gently falling snow against a world covered in a stark white blanket.  Now, it went without saying that Fable loved each and every season, but winter was perhaps one of the most breathtaking and magical seasons – next to autumn, her absolute favorite season.

Yes, she has each season ranked from her absolute favorite to her favorite. There is no “least” in Fable’s eyes.

She wanted to know how it was that this sudden change in the weather could have happened, unable to stop herself from wondering of what deep magic there was within this kingdom to beckon such a spectacle as the winter scenery before her and if perhaps it happened to the other realms within Liridon as well. And yet, she knows that she will likely never know such secrets, though this does nothing to dampen her spirits in the least. Her breath is visible before her gaze, cold within her lungs and only exciting the wild-hearted femme further, even if she does stand alone in the sparkling snow. If only Treska didn’t mind her paws and fur getting wet so much! Dancer’s legs lift themselves high as she prances through the trees, reveling in the soft crunching accompanying each step she dared to take. There is little birdsong within the canopy overhead on this evening, though it was surely due to the day ending as the sun continues to sink further behind the distant peaks in the west. There is a smile dancing upon her lips as gentle snowfall dusts her back and raven-feathered wings, dampening tresses of cocoa and caramel so that the strands begin to cling to her elegant nape and refined face. She does nothing to free herself of the melting flakes, hardly bothered by their cold touch as she is once again swept up into the moment, entirely infatuated with this strange new world around her as she so often is with every new place she discovers.

Suddenly, against the quiet serenity, there is a note of laughter not belonging to the pegasus. It comes from further ahead, and it is more than enough to have twin harks pressed forward, nares quivering and heart thrumming faster ever so slightly within her chest. There was another in the woodlands with her! And, from the laughter, she can only imagine that it is another soul who loves the snow as she does. The brindled femme cannot contain her eagerness any longer, those slender limbs of hers striking out gracefully at a brisk trot. Bright baby blues see a trail of hoofprints appear as she makes her way around a towering bank covered in white, and when she bows her head to the snow, she can tell that these are fresh. Almost as though a wolf would stalk a stag through the trees, she slows her pace yet keeps her head lowered to ensure that she does not lose this promising trail. Fable doesn’t count the minutes that pass as she follows this unsuspecting stranger, but when she can hear his laughter grow louder, the winged woman knows that she is nearly upon him – whoever he was. She decides to abandon the trail that vanishes around yet another snowy hill, this time trekking up the incline, her previously blissful smile growing almost impish. She can only imagine the earful she would be getting from her frienn companion, but Treska wasn’t here, so it didn’t matter now did it?

Besides, it was all in good and harmless fun!

She reaches the top, and only then can the brindled woman see the man below, thoroughly covering himself in the icy powder while kicking it up all around him. And, how intriguing of a beast he was! Even beneath the covering of snow, she could see a strange, blue glow from his hide, though that was only one of several features about the stranger that captivated her. Atop his proud head, a set of antlers unlike any she’d seen on a stag before, paired with horns that weren’t too unlike a ram’s if not for the direction in which they grew. And his tail, it was somewhat like that of a unicorn’s, though she hasn’t seen many of them to know if each unicorn’s tail was different or not… In all her travels, the winged femme has seen many creatures, but this man… he was different, and there was something more about him that further separated him from anyone else she’s met before. Rather, she hasn’t quite met him yet, and when he moves to stand and shake himself, she decides then and there that she simply must meet him. He begins to stride forward once more, thick muscle rippling beneath his earth-hued skin, and Fable follows him from her place on the ridge of the hill that rose up to his right side.”That was quite the display”, she calls to him then, her lilted voice smooth and sweet like milk and honey, a playful smile dancing across her lips as she matches his pace, moving parallel along her hilltop. Although, she doesn’t linger there long.

Loping ahead a few paces, she then pivots upon her heels, sliding down the snowy slope, her own lilted laughter filling the air as his had only moments ago. Large, raven-feathered wings flare out from the femme’s lithe sides to better balance herself and control her downward plunge – well, more or less - that very nearly has her barreling into the man below. She isn't entirely reckless, though, having dropped her hindquarters lower to hopefully force more of her weight down into the snow-covered earth and slow herself down as much as possible. She comes to a screeching halt mere inches from him, laughter still trickling sweetly from her lips as she comes to a proper stand now, pulling her wings back to their resting place along her back after giving her frame a brisk shake to rid herself of the snow that has come to rest over her. After she has situated herself, glittering baby blues settle upon the man now likely covered in more snow from her entrance.”My apologies, I suppose that slope was a little steeper than I expected”, she says then between soft chuckles. Yes, she was sorry for nearly tackling him, but she was far from sheepish on the matter. If the stallion’s earlier romping said anything about him, chances were good that he wouldn’t take high offense from Fable’s antics.”I’m Fable, by the way”, she offers then, baby blues moving to meet his own azure gaze, smiling sweetly up to him.

After almost being assaulted, the winged woman felt she did owe him the name of his attacker. 



F A B L E
. . . . you'll find me where the wilds things are . . . .



@Kadir
#3
- 29
Played by Hermes
As Kadir makes his way forward, through the winter landscape, a voice breaks the silence around him. Surprised, the stallion looks around for the owner, something about the voice not quite registering in his mind. He cannot find the owner around him and then it clicks. Head tilts back and there he spys a beautiful mare prancing along a hill above him. She had seen him playing in the snow. Had seen the spectacle he had made of himself and he would feel embarrassed, if he wasn’t so enthralled with the sudden apparition. She matches his speed, moving parallel to him, on his right side, and he finds himself drawn in by her beauty and honey dipped voice that has spilt the air.

A smile appears on his face as he walks forward, watching the woman. Somewhere, in his mind, he hopes against hope that no trees suddenly pop up in front of him.

When she takes off, outpacing him by a few strides, Kadir tilts his head in curiosity and his legs slow their relentless pace. A twinge of fear gallops through him and his smile pulls into a frown. Is this mesmerizing mare going to leave him? Will she just disappear and leave him with no name? However, as she moves, pivoting to slide down the snowy slope, he is completely captivated. He stops and watches as she slides, her laughter filling the air, buoying his heart and sending the fear retreating, the stallion quickly finds his frown disappearing as a smile takes its place.

As wings flare out to balance and control her descent, Kadir’s mouth rounds into an ‘O’. Not from panic that she might run into him, instead in fasciation at her raven feathered wings. Wings! She has wings! How had he missed that? Oh right, because he was looking at her eyes. Those baby blue pools of warmth that draw him in and threaten to drown him. Something speaks of a kindred spirit in those eyes. Someone with whom he can spend hours running with or even just laying the grass, talking of nothing and everything. It hits him that he likes her already. Yet he doesn’t even know her name! Technically they haven’t even met.

Kadir’s heart hammers in his chest as she nears him and his smile grows exponentially. The snow that she kicks up onto him also causes him to squint as it hits his eyes, obscuring his vision for a moment. When everything settles and she speaks her apologies, he is too fascinated to speak. Mouth hangs open, eyes wide with surprise and wonder. When she offers her name, silence is her only answer. Manners are such a funny thing. Meet someone interesting and all the manners he had been taught fly right out of his head. So, he stares, his eyes are still glued to the wings that adorn her sides. Wings! Did he mention the wings? Slowly, his eyes trail over her lithe body and up to her face.

When his electric blue eyes find her soft blue orbs and he sees her sweet smile, Kadir’s lips curve up into a giant smile. With a great booming laugh he shakes off the snow that has accumulated on his face and antlers, tossing it every which way, the whole time he continues to laugh. Once he has rid himself of the flakes, the laughter dies down and he declares, “It is very nice to meet you, Fable. No apologies needed! Although, if you are going to be doing a lot of snow surfing, I find it best to judge the slope of the hill before blazing down. Ending up with anything broken or bruised is not very fun. Trust me on that one.” A wink and another great, thunderous laugh and Kadir bows his antlered head and says, “My name is Kadir and I am on my way to watch some glowing algae. Want to come?”

Outside he tries to appear calm and collected. Inside, a little mantra runs through his head, ‘Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes.’

"I speak" I think

x|x



@Fable
#4
Nomad - 19 years
Played by LixyLime

She can hardly keep the impish smile from her lips as she watches the man below her, at first seeming uncertain just where it was that the lilted voice had come from. There truly was something endearing about the stranger who walks the trail of another creature that had traveled this way before him. Perhaps it had been in part due to the way that he had thrown himself into the snow without so much as a care in the world, simply reveling in the soft, white powder covering the ever beautiful and serene landscape surrounding them. When had the last time been where she has seen such a care-free display from a grown stallion? Fable couldn’t even recall! She has never once seen her own father take part in such antics, the stallion always having been solemn and serious for as long as the brindled femme could remember. It had always been up to her mother, younger sister, or small band of friends to keep her entertained with games and spontaneous acts of youth and childish glee. She’d even watched as her colt-friend succumbed to the changes which came with growing older. He’d grown less keen on enjoying the same ventures they used do together. He became more concerned with how the others of Everyn viewed him, aspiring to be just another of the royal guard. It became harder for Fable to coax Desden into the same harmless mischief they once laughed at, daring each other to do this or that without getting caught. Eventually, he was just as caught up in appearing strong and serious as her father was, and that had been only just before she’d spread those raven-feathered wings of hers and taken to her newfound freedom and life of endless adventure.

While she cannot place what it was that has her thinking fondly of the stallion whom she knows next to nothing of aside from his unusual yet handsome appearance, in truth, the winged woman does not try too much to understand exactly why she thought him to be quite charming. Where was the fun in spending all this time trying to guess at this unusual attraction when she could discover it for herself first-hand? If she has always loved walking around a bend in the path only to be greeted by something wondrous, why wouldn’t the same apply to meeting the man walking below her? It is as this thought of hers ends when those electric blue eyes of his find her somewhat shadowing him as she matches his gait, encouraging a trickling note of lilted laughter from her lips. Then, he smiles to her, and though she knows that it is likely for her beauty that he gazes at her in such a fashion, she doesn’t mind, nor does she grow flustered or vain. It should go without much mention that the winged woman has gotten such looks from other young stags, seen them become so taken with her brindled skin adorned with a stark white blanket draped over her hips or how dark lashes might blink playfully over brilliant baby blues. She is accustomed to the attention that her appearance draws, even as a filly when the adults would compliment her on what a “pretty little thing” she was or how she would “grow into a flower every man would fawn over”. She was content to allow the world to see her as a pretty face in a sea of others, but she would also be quick to remind all-too-eager brutes that she wasn’t about to be metaphorically plucked and put in a glass vase to admire.

In her travels, some may have tried, but they have always failed.

Just as her untamed spirit would have it, she pivots and descends down the snow-covered slope with about as much grace as one could ever hope for in such a moment, so swept up into the fun of it that she misses his expression that soon becomes covered in white powder as she slides to a halt beside him. Just for the fact that he does not even seem to try stepping away to ensure that the pegasus femme does not collide with him, Fable already decides that she likes the man. Names were, at times, mostly just formalities after all, right? She chuckles softly, and they would have subsided moments sooner if not for the look of fascination so plainly painting the stranger’s earthen face very much covered in the aftermath of her entrance made in typical Fable fashion. She is very nearly tempted to take the tip of her wing so that she might help him remember to close his mouth in order to avoid the loose snow likely to trail down his nose and onto his tongue, but he seems to collect himself shortly after this amused idea flickers across her thoughts. Well, mostly it seems. He has yet to say a word to the winged woman as his azure gaze traces the curves of her slender frame only to almost become stuck upon her wings neatly folded into place now. Again, she muses if he has not seen a pegasus before or if he was truly that surprised by her, although perhaps most would not expect an utter stranger to approach them the way that she had approached him. Then again, Fable was not exactly what some may consider to be a typical stranger. It wasn’t that it mattered, considering the man didn’t seem too perplexed by her antics. Just stunned, apparently. In a cute way.

Finally, he seems to break from whatever it was about the wild-hearted femme which has captivated him so, and his thundering laughter only has Fable’s sweet – yet impish – smile growing ever so slightly. She tilts her head to one side gently, watching as he frees his impressive antlers and handsome face from kicked-up snow. And that smile! Despite not even knowing his name, she knew without a doubt that she loved his smile. It was big and warm and just seemed to have a transparency to it that wasn’t found often. She sees no shadows, no sign that the man would hide something he shouldn’t, and she admires that more than words could say. She was an honest creature, so finding another who carried the same virtues was something she had to appreciate endlessly. The winged woman laughs with him as he sorts himself, her lilted notes nearly lost within his booming tones, like tinkering sound of rain in a thunderstorm. Once he has more or less freed himself of the white powder, she is given the deep tenor tones of his voice at last – and she cannot deny that it was rather pleasant upon her perked ears! He gives her a wink then, and brilliant baby blue eyes glitter playfully at this gesture of his, another deep and rich note of laughter filling the air between them. How charming this man was!”How charming and sweet that you would care for the well-being of a stranger”, she says in her own lilted voice, batting long and dark lashes over sparkling baby blues playfully, that impish smile still lingering there upon her lips. Despite the coy nature of her words and the way she smiles at the man, there is a genuine note upon smoothly spoken syllables.

The world needed more kindness like his. Pure and without need of payment.

He bows his handsomely defined head crowned with magnificently in his antlers and horns, tenor tones offering her his own name in return for hers and her smile softens from its impishness if only for a moment, bright baby blues trailing along the man for a moment now that she was much closer."Kadir...", she ushers almost thoughtfully then as she allows for herself to admire the bulge and definition of his muscular build, how powerfully his shoulders slope. She lingers upon his gently glowing pelt for perhaps another moment or two before finally returning her gaze to his."A strong name for a handsomely strong gentleman like yourself", she says then. Her thoughts then ponder upon the words that had followed his name. An invitation of all things! It was almost as though he knew her already, and they've only just met! The playfulness returns to her refined face now, her gentled smile restoring it's subtly impish appearance she wore often when she met a soul she quite liked."Glowing algae, you say? I'd love to. I can't say I've ever seen such a thing", she replies, a light note of excitement coloring her voice at the thought of seeing something new with someone new. What more could she have hoped to find on this snowy evening? The winged woman doesn't wait, instead casting a coy glance to Kadir and taking a few prancing steps ahead of the man, laughter trickling from her lips as she stops a small distance away. She turns to look over her shoulder then, flicking long and dampened tendrils of milk chocolate and caramel as she smiles back at him. How he hardly has done much of anything since they'd met, and yet she can hardly help herself from smiling that impish and playful smile of hers."Well? Aren't you leading the way?" 



F A B L E
. . . . you'll find me where the wilds things are . . . .



@Kadir
#5
- 29
Played by Hermes
The impish smile that Fable wears enchants and captivates Kadir as he watches the free-spirited woman. A lopsided grin is plastered on his face as he listens to her lilted voice, watching those eyelashes blink slowly over soft baby blues, teasing him. He is lost in those eyes, in that voice and her face. Is there such thing as perfection? Can someone capture your attention so completely that all you can do is stare? The answers are yes and Kadir has found that equine. His lopsided grin is all he can manage while he stares at something so pure. Fable is what artists dream of one day painting, the perfect subject.

When her voice filters to his ears and her words about charming and sweet register, the blue-furred stallion booms out a laugh and extends one leg out, dipping his head in a deep bow. This is no sarcastic act, instead he is deeply touched by the kind words. He bows mostly to show his thanks but also to hide the blush that has creeped onto his cheeks. As he straightens, the lopsided grin has now become a full-blown smile, Kadir says, “Thank you kind Fable! I am at your service m’ lady.” He means no offense to her but instead wants to convey just how moved he is by her words.

As a warrior, he was never called charming and sweet. Mostly they called him death or things so foul he does not ever repeat them.

That is the past, however and Kadir is a new man. So, when she says his name, the antlered man’s heart thrills at the way it rolls off her tongue, sounding much more elegant and filled with promises of greatness than he could ever muster. Kadir. It is his name, with some meaning attached to it. His father had told him it meant powerful but the young colt never felt powerful, far from it. On the days he lay bloody and bruised, his father standing over him sneering, he felt weak and hopeless. But now, when she says it, he hears peace and kindness in that name. Watching her eyes trail over him and linger for moment and he feels, suddenly, very self-conscious.

Does she think him ugly? Has he done something wrong? However, the antlered man does not have to wait long to hear what she thinks of him. The lopsided, open mouthed grin is back and he, once more, bows his head in thanks and says, “Thank you Fable. You are too kind.” Lifting his head back up, he lets his eyes run over her form, lingering on the wings before returning to her face. With a thoughtful expression, Kadir says, “You know Fable, I think your name suits you perfectly. It carries the promise of splendor and wonder filled things. A book not yet written. A story not yet told. So many possibilities waiting to be explored. So much to be done and seen.”

His expression morphs into a sheepish smile as he realizes what he has said. Sometimes, his mouth likes run away from him. Hopefully she will not hold this against him as it happens more than just sometimes. In truth, it happens more often than not. Yet, there is no time to linger on this as she speaks of the glowing algae and his sheepish smile turns into a genuine smile of delight. The note of excitement that he finds in her voice only adding to his own anticipation of the event. Just when he is about to open his mouth to say that he has never seen anything like it either, she shoots him a coy glance at him before prancing ahead.

Certainly, this enchanting creature cannot be real. Surely, he hit his head on a rock or something and is dreaming this whole thing. But he knows this not so as she looks over shoulder, laughter trickling out of her mouth and filling the small distance with happiness and hope of new and wonderful things with newfound friends. Something sparks in his heart, igniting a flame that, right now, Kadir does not understand. Her smile is blindly bright to him, the impish, playful expression only serving to stoke the newfound flame.

With her inquiry as to him leading the way, a playful smile of his own finds its way onto his lips. Eyes dance with mischief and glee as he finally finds his voice again, saying, “Okay. I will lead the way. Oh wait, I have a better idea. I’ll race you to the lake!” and without waiting for a reply, his powerful legs push off the packed snow and he shoots off in the direction of the lake, long legs pumping hard as his booming laughter fills the air. Cold air turning to steam as his nostrils flare. He is a young colt again, heart hammering in chest as he plunges through the snow.

What the man does not realize, at least not yet, is that his heart is not pounding from exertion. No, it is thumping from being so close to someone so intriguing. Someone, he hopes that he will much more of.

"I speak" I think

x|x




@Fable
#6
Nomad - 19 years
Played by LixyLime

As with most young fillies, there are early memories of her and her mother laying within the warmth and shelter of their home nestled within the heart of Everyn. The sun would have set far beyond the western horizon then, the two preparing for a night’s slumber perhaps only moments before Rounan would return home after his afternoon shift at the castle. But, before her mother would sing that familiar and soft lullaby to the brindled filly whom was known for fiercely battle the heaviness of her eyes and the pull of sleepiness, Antabellum would tell her stories. When she’d been so very young and not yet aware of what her heart would grow to yearn for more than anything else, she’d loved those stories. She would look up at her mother with baby blues as wide as they could be while the caramel-colored woman would weave words together into a tapestry of splendor and fantasy, painting so very clearly within the months-old Fable’s mind vivid images of scaled, fire-breathing beasts with wings large enough to cover all of Everyn in shadow. Her mother would then tell her of fearless knights who would vanquish these creatures all for the sake of saving a princess stolen away from her parents. They were strong and fierce, yet kind and gentle in the same moment. Their hearts were pure and their intentions good, willing to sacrifice their one and only life in the name of something so much larger than themselves.

But, the magic of these tales soon became practically lost on the brindled girl. Some might even say they’d lost their enchantment much too soon. With the flow of time and the passing of each day, soon she hadn’t been nearly as mystified by the idea of brave men risking it all for the love of a princess locked away from the world which loved her so. No, instead, when her mother would tell stories in an attempt to invoke sleepiness upon her wildflower daughter, it was the far-away worlds unexplored and great beasts who ruled over them that Fable dreamt of when slumber finally did take her from the borders of Everyn and into the realm of dreams. While she knew her home was only as quiet, safe, and peaceful as it was – and likely always would be – because of the guards and knights that served not just the royals, but every single soul who lived there within its guarded borders, the thought of true love’s kiss or some valiant man storming fire-scorched towers to save her did not captivate her as the wonderment of undiscovered and strange worlds quickly did. Her younger sister had always had that starry-eyed look when her mother would tell those tales of handsome knights in shining armor to them before they would close their eyes and slip into a peaceful night’s sleep. Of the two sisters, it was Flora that dreamt of the day that she would meet such a knight that would sweep her away, and they would live happily ever after.

Kadir reminds the wild-hearted woman of those brave yet gentle knights within her mother’s stories as he bows, tenor tones carrying to her ears in a chivalrous manner that is not often spoken these days. He was endearing and warm, something that Fable wasn’t exactly unfamiliar with… but there was something different about the softly glowing stallion she’d very nearly collided into that was unlike any valiant dragon slayer in those intricately woven tales. Perhaps it is in the way that he flung himself into the snow only moments earlier, his deep laughter betraying a fun-loving side to him that so many lost when their childhood ended. She can see that there is more dancing there just out of reach within those electrifying and bright blue depths, and she finds herself wanting to explore those uncharted waters of Kadir’s soul. He is, surprisingly, not too unlike the great distant mountains which have so often tempted the winged femme to see what rested beyond, and that was something that Fable was not used to. Of all the worlds she'd explored, of all the charming and unique creatures whom she's met along the way, none have ever beckoned to the very thrums of her beating heart as he did. There was more than just some kindred spirit beneath his kind smile, she could feel it. And yet, she cannot say what it might be, though she is eager to discover whatever it was about him that whispered to her so, like a soft breeze through her long, silken tresses.

Kadir lifts his antlered head once more with a lop-sided smile charming enough to have any fair maiden swoon, and she can hardly keep a soft note of laughter from trickling over her lips again. Now, it is she who bows, folding one slender leg beneath her while large raven-feathered wings unfurl from her lithe sides in what was very much like a curtsy."You are quite welcome, Sir Kadir", she replies playfully, and yet there is sugary sweetness to her lilted voice. She does not mind the way that his gaze traces over the curves and contours of her frame, for there is no wickedness or shadows that flicker across his gaze. Perhaps by now, she might have tapped into his thoughts simply to ensure that he was not some trickster or manipulator, but the winged woman feels... safe with him. Better still, she feels as though she can be entirely herself and he would only show her more of the man that lingers there behind blue eyes. He speaks of her name then, and her smile changes to something softer for a moment."Thank you, gentle knight", she replies, having decided now and there that he was very much a valiant man from those childhood stories."If I didn't know any better, I would say you're a lover of poetry", she remarks with an ever-familiar note of playfulness as she fluttering dark lashes over baby blues.

That sheepish smile of his, how she found it so very charming! And, perhaps even quite suiting for Kadir. But the moment hardly lingers before she answers his invitation and is soon dancing away from the glowing stallion only to call to him over her slender shoulder. Even from the distance that divides them so very fleetingly, she can see that there is playfulness in his smile and mischief dancing in his gaze as he answers her. But, that is not what has her heart leaping. No, it was the way that thick muscles tighten and she knows what is going to happen next. He bolts forward and races past her, but the brindled femme was already onto Kadir, her own impish smile dancing upon her lips as she chases him, her radiant laughter the soprano harmony to his deep, thundering chorus as slender dancer's limbs strike out at the packed snow, tresses of rich chocolate and caramel hues streaming out behind her, raven wings unfurling and pumping as they give her galloping strides even more speed. it doesn't take the pegasus long to catch up to the man as they follow a bend in the path around yet another towering snow-covered slope. Had it been anyone else, she would have thundered past him with a devilish and coy smile upon her lips, but instead she matches his pace, heart racing and her breath nothing but a trail of steam against the cold air that surrounds them.

She likes running alongside him, and Fable cannot help but think of how they would be quite the sight to see from the eyes of a speculator. He towers over her quite easily, and yet his longer strides are almost matches as her extended pace is aided by that which he does not have. Her raven-feathered wings, his glowing skin and magnificent antlers accompanied by horns... surely there was not another sight that could ever hope to match them! They run through the trees together, their laughter filling the once quiet forest cast under the spell of winter, a knight and a maiden of wind and wildflowers. So lost in the moment, in the way that slightly unfurled wings brush against his heaving sides, Fable does not fully notice the trees thinning or that the sun has very nearly set. Only when they break away from the trees can bright baby blues see the vast lake which greets them. Shifting some of her weight to well-rounded hips and hindquarters, the wild-hearted woman slows her movements quickly until she is standing mere inches from the water that laps gently at its pebbled shore. Her breaths are fast, and yet, her heart nearly stops within her breast as her eyes widen in wonder, a slight gasp pulled from her lips at the sight before them and beneath the twilight sky. The lake glows with an almost magical light, and she can hardly believe that it was algae and not sorcery of some kind. For a moment, she forgets to breathe.

"I've never seen anything so beautiful!", she whispers breathlessly, utterly captivated.



F A B L E
. . . . you'll find me where the wilds things are . . . .



@Kadir
#7
- 29
Played by Hermes
There was a time, when Kadir was young and before his father tried to beat into him the way of the warrior, that the young colt would lay out under the stars and watch the moon shine her light over the land. He would curl his legs under him and lay on the grass, staring at the giant silver goddess in her eternal chase of the sun. There, in those endless nights with hope shining eternal, the colt would talk to her. Dreams, fears, regrets, joys all these and more were told to the silent sentinel on those starry evenings long ago. Now, thinking back to those moonbeam filled nights, Kadir remembers a dream he told that great holder of his secrets.

Sometimes he had asked to be a great warrior to make his father proud and other times he begged to be a poet, to write great poems that would steal the hearts and enrapture the minds of all who heard them. However, the most common wish uttered on those moonlit sessions, was to find someone who was kind, fascinating and would explore life with him. Near the end of those bliss-filled talks, when his father’s shadow fell over the colt and hope started to dim, the plea petered and fell off completely as he failed to see the such a dream ever coming true.

Yet, here, in this moment, Kadir recalls that prayer and those childhood wishes as he watches the brindle mare with the raven wings. A part of him wonders if the moon is keeping her silent promise to him and has steered Fable into his life. Kadir was never one to believe in gods and goddess, nor to trust in some divine thing such as fate. And still, something in him trusts the moon and her pull in his life. Stories had been told to him by his mother Eve that she is the twin of the sun and has mysterious powers over all those that walk the paths of the night.

Since the antlered man had left his home, he has traveled mostly at night, for the dreams that haunt him prevent a peaceful night’s rest. The sun chases away the shadows so that is when he rests his head, the dreams are filled with light. As he stands listening to the winged woman, eyes tracing every curve and line of her face, committing them to memory, he feels himself becoming more and more tranquil. It has been a long time since his soul felt such peace and he wants to stay in her presence as long as he can. A smile born of peaceful serenity pass across his lips.

Then she calls him Sir Kadir.

He starts slightly at the title and his smile morphs into one of shocked delight. Throughout his life, Kadir has been called many things. Arthur, his own father, called him worthless, useless and a burden. Eve, his beloved mother, called him gentle, kind and her golden sun. His brothers in arms called him killer, while his friends called him soft. Those who took the time to really get to him told him he had the heart of a warrior, with the soul of a poet. For all the good and horrible things he has been called, Sir was never one of them. Something about the way she playfully says the words, with a sweet tone added to her lilted voice, leaves Kadir feeling like a man from a time long past. Perhaps something from book or a story whispered to a sleeping child.

In truth, Kadir has always felt like an equine out of place. Be it the way he talks, or moves, or even his actions that do not rely the hardness he learned from his father. If anything, Kadir is a soft soul, meant to read poetry to another in a meadow on sunny spring days or chase fireflies on a summer’s evening. He is no killer, no destroyer; just a misguided solider that fought for something he thought was right. Arching his neck, he dips his head in a bow to show his respect for the title. When his head once more rises, a lopsided grin is on his lips.

When he speaks her name and turns sheepish for a moment, he watches her smile soften and the words that accompany the transformation steal his voice for a moment. Gentle knight. His mind quickly conjures up the image of a stallion, clad in armor, charging a foul beast to save the fair princess from her imprisonment. His grin grows wider and this time he extends his right front leg forward. Shifting his weight to curl the left one, he dips his head low, properly bowing. His nose almost touches the ground and he holds there for a moment before rising with a great booming laugh.

There is no malice or sarcasm in it. Instead the sound that thunders around them and causes his great chest to heave from the force, is filled with all the joy of a young colt running through a meadow with the wind in his fur. Eyes sparkle with merriment at the thought of being compared to such lofty heroes. He feels honored and, if he is being honest to himself, a small part of him is terrified of the comparison. How could he hope to live up to such standards? When Fable speaks of poetry Kadir winks and says, “Aye fair maiden, you have found a lover of poetry in this skin. Because, ‘Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.’”

They continue to talk, words flowing out and then he is of and running. Hooves pound through the snow and they are matching each other’s speed. Laughter follows them, bouncing around the running pair. Her unfurled wings propel her forward, matching his speed and rhythm. Something in him tells the laughing man that she could just rush past him, leave him in her dust but she doesn’t. Instead she stays next to him, letting herself match his slower gait. His laughter only increases, booming thunderously around them. Her sweet laugh twining in with his and softening the sound.

Then her wing brushes his side.

A lightning bolt crashes through him as he feels the nearness of her, is acutely aware of how close she is to him, of how beautiful those raven feathers are. His laughter dies on his lips as he concentrates on not running into trees. Feelings smash into him overwhelming the blue furred stallion. Kadir doesn’t understand them, cannot sort out the muddle of emotions that wash over and threaten to drown him. To ground his racing mind, he focuses on the moment and on the mare beside him. Something is happening deep within him and it is all because of Fable.

Yet he does not have time to focus on that as Fable slows and so does Kadir. The realization that the lake is right in front of them dawning on him. Lowering his hips and placing his weight in his back legs, the horned stallion slows his forward progress rapidly. Snow is kicked up and he comes to a complete stop slightly behind the brindle mare. With his heart hammering, sides heaving, the blue furred man allows himself to take in the sight before them.

The water is awash with colors. Blues and pinks dim and brighten amidst purples and greens. The glowing water casts its light upon those who watch and the stallion finds himself awestruck for a long time. The water ripples and rolls as it laps gently at the shore, making the algae below wave and recede.

When Fable’s breathless voice breaks the silence, Kadir turns his head to watch her. A smile, gentle and kind spreads slowly across his lips. The way the colors ignite and dance, flashing and disappearing are very captivating, and yet, when the horned stallion looks at Fable the scene before them seems to pale in comparison to her. Something, no everything about this winged mare who appeared from above, speaks of dreams and hopes that cannot be real. Surely, wishes made on moons do not come true… right? Yet, here she is. With him. Two strangers, standing on some foreign shore, watching algae light a lake.

Perhaps, in this land, dreams do come true.

Eyes still glued on Fable, watching the way the soft glow of the algae warms her brindle coat, Kadir gets an idea. The soft smile that warms his face and lights his eyes slowly fades as he looks out over the lake. As he watches the glowing water, Kadir takes a tentative step forward. One, then two and he keeps moving until his hooves touch the lapping liquid. Glance at Fable, he shoots her a wide, mischievous grin before the antlered man steps into the glowing lake.

Even though it is winter here, the lake itself is surprisingly warm. There must be an underground spring that warms the lake and keeps the ice from forming here. For a moment, the color around Kadir dies away as if the algae doesn’t know how to react. Wading out into the water until it is up to the tops of his legs, the stallion stops and looks around. The algae has stopped glowing within a small radius around him and he wonders if it because of his own glow. Closing his eyes, Kadir thinks about all the light around him. The moon, the stars, his fur, the algae, all of this and more gives off light. Carefully, he pulls in the light and concentrates. Everything around him dims for a moment.

Suddenly, small orbs of light start to pop up around him, hovering over the water. He creates multiple orbs, placing them in the air around him. Instead of being bright, Kadir dulls the light and softens it to be more moonlight like. The algae respond to the new found light, brightening and restarting its performance for the moon. Electric blue eyes snap open and Kadir watches as the glowing around him seems to intensify. Looking over at Fable, the glowing stallion says, “Look! They are shinning just for you. They think you are beautiful and... so do I.” A sheepish, kind smile appears and he watches the raven winged woman with hope filled eyes.

A line from a song he heard long ago plays through his mind, ‘Look at the stars, look how they shine for you and all the things that you do’.




Quote about poetry from Robert Frost
Lyrics from Yellow by Coldplay

"I speak" I think

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@Fable