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He sniffed at grass around his hooves, absently cropping at a few stray strands. A squirrel chattered nearby, birds sang over head and the sun was warm upon his back.
Lifting his head, the forest green colt looked around his home. There weren’t enough trees to call it a forest or woodland, not even a glade. At the same time there were too many for it to be referred to as an open plain, either. There was a good eight feet or so between each of the majestic oaks around him, leaving plenty of open room and sunlight for the lush grass that was currently about chest high for him. Parts of him seemed to disappear entirely as his blue markings blended so perfectly with the bright blue sky, his gold mane and tail swaying in a very light breeze like woven sunlight.
Leaves rustled as he surveyed his home, a sneer curving his lips as the plants responded to his every move. Shifting his wings made tender new blades of grass sprout around his hoofs. With an arch of his neck a nearby tree, laden with golden apples, bent down as if to offer him a treat. He felt all of it – felt himself become completely immersed in his present surroundings. It would be hard for him to describe to another, as he never put much thought into it – only that he felt them, all the plants. It was as if he had millions of bodies.
Plucking a deliciously ripe apple, he twitched his tail and watched a few of the nearest ferns twist into the most interesting of patterns, shifting his legs as he helped give them more detailed definition. He looked rather silly, with his legs bent and tangled, keeping his balance by some miracle as they all seemed to cross and fold together.
Darroch seemed happiest with the brush nearest him. One he had woven in a rune for love, another life, a third fate. Then, with a toss of his head, vines shot out of the ground and chopped the unnaturally shaped plants clean off the ground, scattering the remains around the bases of trees.
A snort escaped him as what seemed to be a shining blue light landed on his wing, allowing the feel of life around him to slip into the back of his mind.. He had thought he felt her presence nearby, but that had not been of import at the moment. He had been entertained by experimenting and so that was what he focused upon. Now, the plants all around seemed to visibly relax as he turned his thoughts to his present company.
“You seem rather fond of my wings,” he sneered, seemingly talking to no one in particular. His voice was as his mothers, deep and commanding for his age. He seemed to speak in a way that was both young and powerful, his voice reaching passed baritone to a resonating depth.
“Whilst their beauty is unquestionable, ’tis thyself that holds my fondness, Darroch,” the light answered in a familiar wind whisper way.
Chuckling, he shook his head as his bonded took flight again, flitting around his ears and little stubs of horns. His hooves started moving without conscious thought as his bonded played with him, taking him through the grass and trees with a few mild bucks. With a laugh the little light settled between his shoulders and gripped his mane, making him squeal and buck playfully.
He rolled after a bit when bucking didn’t seem to be working, jumping and squirming as she crawled over his side and onto his stomach, squeals of laughter echoing as he was tickled. His bonded floated up with a chuckle, looking around at the nursery they had wandered to.
“Thou hast yet to wander far from such place, have ye?”
“Not yet, no. Why?”
Smiling slightly, he trotted over to the free standing cave-like shelter made of woven branches. A soft bed covered the middle of it, made of the softest of moss and ferns – all too inviting. The light drifted around his ears, unnoticed now as the colt settled into the tender greenery with a contented yawn.
His bonded smiled as he closed his eyes to rest, trailing blue dust as she settled onto his shoulder. It wasn’t surprising that he sleep while she visited. He always was one to only concern himself with his own present – he rested when tired and thought not of passed nor future events. She had quickly come to expect nothing more, nor less from this one.
| Name | Darroch |
| Gender | Male |
| Parents/Affinity | Path X Pixie/Eternal Sun X Forest Song |
| Special Stats | Elemental |
| Circle | None |
| From | Sionayra |