The blue stallion paused for a moment as he watched the golden girl catch her words, nodding briskly as she agreed that they should begin placing the torches. Moving toward the water, he began to drive the one from his grasp into the earth, sweating from the toil under the sun… but it was a productive sort of task, and he found himself enjoying the quiet company as he went back for another, and another. Only once all the torches were driven into the earth does he turn back to his companions, offering something of a smile – perhaps the first he’d shared since arriving to the strange lands of Solterra.
Bexley and @Vadim, making an awkward attempt at small talk. Though it was uncharacteristic of him, Voltaire found himself wishing companionship more than ever these days, and wondered if he could allow himself some slivers of happiness in this new world. While it was true that he still had his penance to pay, the blue stallion was finding his way here, even through the trials thrown upon him.
His mind wanders briefly toward Maxence, and the blue stag wonders for the briefest of moments where he’d been taken, or even if he were still alive. A practical creature, he knew that life would move on without the painted king – and though there is a pang of uncertainty, he knows so little of Maxence that his emotions are simply accepting and not sad. Perhaps then, a festival is just what they need to pick up and move forward. Snorting away the sand from his nostrils, he turns back to the mares, ignoring the thoughts that plagued him.
Seraphina, curiosity tugging at him as he wonders.
