there are many paths to tread
Steam curls slowly into the air, dancing like ghostly flames in the barren winter landscape. But then the wind comes, and snuffs it with a single breath - only the underlying heat remains, a puddle of clear water in place of the snow.
The stranger turns to face him, his eyes golden and bright against his otherwise dark face. Toulouse smiles innocently, as if he didn’t see the size difference between himself and the other stallion.
”At least the snow isn’t flammable.” Toulouse laughs softly alongside him, his tone carefully. ”Does that happen often?” he asks with thinly-veiled curiosity, taking a slow step closer. How unfortunate it would be (for some), to light fires with every step they took. (Others, of course, might revel in that - a few names already are popping into his mind.)
”I’m as much a fan of fire as anyone else, but I imagine it gets tiring having to constantly think about where you’re walking.” A trail of fiery hoofprints burn in his mind, framed by a burning city in the background, a dark silhouette with horns walking calmly away…
He pushes the thought from his mind quickly. With a small, quick shake of his head, his attention is back on the stranger.
”Sol,” he tries the name out on his tongue. ”My name’s Toulouse.” He dips his head forward, the rings around his horns clinking softly against one another. For a moment, the meadow is alive with the song of metal.
”Well you chose a good season to come, if you like the cold,” he says, his laugh as soft as the music of his jewelry. ”Have you come to see the Dawn Court?”
@Sol Bestiam
thank you for being so, so dang patient <3 <3 <3
