Curiosity drove the youth down from the clouds - well, curiosity and a pretty girl.
Lowering himself from the heavens in big, lazy spirals, Raglan's sharp opal eyes noted the prone form upon the shore, the maneless pegasus that leaned over him, and the star spattered mare that stood nearby with authority rolling off of her night kissed skin. As his pale hooves kissed the earth a small distance from either of the gathered Dusk Courtiers, the Silvertongue pursed his lips, his adoration for pretty mares and his need to heal the clearly unconscious stallion warring within his horned skull. With a snort, the winged lad settled for tossing a wink and a roguish grin in the direction of the star spangled mare before making his way to the other winged stallion's side.
"Merry meet, my friend," Came the youth's measured greeting, a small stirring of delight awakening within his breast as he noted the maneless boy was closer to his age than any other he had come across - aside from Crows, that is. Folding his wings closer to his body and gesturing toward the soggy heap of stallion at their hooves, Raglan let his suggestion slip from darkened lips, "He needs Lily of The Valley to wake him up and some Roman Chamomile and Bilberry for that cut of his." Tilting his head to the side and studying the dreadlocked stallion further, Raglan wondered if he would be penalized for filching the golden cuffs from the stranger's mane.
He huffed and stuck his bottom lip out, knowing that the goody-goody children of Dusk would without a doubt make him give the cuffs back. Serves him right for being unconscious, wouldn't you think?
Lowering himself from the heavens in big, lazy spirals, Raglan's sharp opal eyes noted the prone form upon the shore, the maneless pegasus that leaned over him, and the star spattered mare that stood nearby with authority rolling off of her night kissed skin. As his pale hooves kissed the earth a small distance from either of the gathered Dusk Courtiers, the Silvertongue pursed his lips, his adoration for pretty mares and his need to heal the clearly unconscious stallion warring within his horned skull. With a snort, the winged lad settled for tossing a wink and a roguish grin in the direction of the star spangled mare before making his way to the other winged stallion's side.
"Merry meet, my friend," Came the youth's measured greeting, a small stirring of delight awakening within his breast as he noted the maneless boy was closer to his age than any other he had come across - aside from Crows, that is. Folding his wings closer to his body and gesturing toward the soggy heap of stallion at their hooves, Raglan let his suggestion slip from darkened lips, "He needs Lily of The Valley to wake him up and some Roman Chamomile and Bilberry for that cut of his." Tilting his head to the side and studying the dreadlocked stallion further, Raglan wondered if he would be penalized for filching the golden cuffs from the stranger's mane.
He huffed and stuck his bottom lip out, knowing that the goody-goody children of Dusk would without a doubt make him give the cuffs back. Serves him right for being unconscious, wouldn't you think?
@Rannveig @Damascus @Finnian I COULDN'T STAY AWAY
