[AW] slick like sunlight ;

[Eik]

"Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls."

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The scarred grey stallion is still new to this land and has yet to meet a soul here. Yet before he knows it there are two before him. He instinctively takes a step back as the other swaggers forward. It is not in his nature to bow down to a stranger, even if that stranger is his king, and so he turns to face the larger, decorated stallion without expression. He notes the man's large wings and they make his shoulders feel funny. He is still not used to seeing wings or clothes or magic of any kind, and it makes him a bit uncomfortable.

Words boom out of the man's mouth, and Eik is surprised to find that he is impressed by the man's presence. Impressed but not intimidated. The words flow so quickly that it is only the last statement that truly catches Eik's attention. Flower picker? He is unfamiliar with the term and for a moment puzzlement flashes across his face. He senses that it is derogatory, but is not sure who or what exactly the great winged stallion is referring to. "The white ones taste good." It is half statement, half question, and he says it with a straight face. His voice dances with that odd lilt, the accent of the northlands.

Another one joins them now, and although she keeps her distance Eik takes a step away. He is now surrounded by strangers, and it makes him wary. They are all colorful or decorated or both, and this flamboyance in tandem with the walls that surround him makes him feel a bit as if he's stumbled into an uncomfortable dream.

"Eik, I'm new." The thought of being new at anything is amusing to him (he feels ancient) "Who are you?" He is becoming a bit impatient with not knowing a thing. The heat is oppressive and he misses the depths of winter, cold and hard and lonely.

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