monochromosity :: for Jespen! Nov 19, 2013 23:01:35 GMT -5
Post by Koosh on Nov 19, 2013 23:01:35 GMT -5
Though it never really became truly cold in Aeon, Stormstime was probably the closest they ever really got to “winter.” A cold front was rolling in, marked by bruised, angry clouds and a stiff, chilled breeze. That selfsame breeze ran its near-icy fingers through the dark amethyst mane of the sunrise-hued mare standing peacefully near the edge of the Coulee. In stark contrast to the rough, jagged rocky ledges around her, the mare seemed spun of velvet and glass; standing perfectly still as a bright beacon of color in a world rendered more and more grey by the oncoming storm front.
Raising her delicate muzzle to sniff the air, the she-horse called Atalya pondered the landscape spread out before her with an almost reverent eye. The Coulee, while not the verdant paradise of the Steppe or as picturesque as the Shallows, was still awe-inspiring in its own way. “Truly, the Gods are good,” the mare murmured fervently, giving her silken mane a shake as she stepped forward with a confident grace to wind her way down to the ravine floor. Her journeys through Aeon’s expanses were nearly complete, she knew; north, south, east, and west she had traveled, saving the less-hospitable tracts for last. Though she’d had a few small near-misses with predators, and more than one scare from a too-close lightning strike, Aly had made it through unscathed. Well, this far, at least.status;; done.
word count;; ~240
notes;; not too bad, just a short little opener to get us started! :3