CYNIX
day met night
At two years old, Cynix was almost fully groan, filled out more than the awkward creature he had been, and standing at a hefty height, closer to his father than his mother when it came to that. His mane hung in thick braids, and his tail was the same, flicking while feathers ruffled at he base, long and elegant. Honestly, he had finally decided to walk out of Denocte and make his way in other lands to meet new faces, to carefully slip past his mother and leave her unworried in her handlings of the Night Court Sages.
The stallion shook his head, his wings flapping a little as his eyes flickered, and he smiled when he saw someone in the snow, frolicking about. For a good long moment, he watched curiously, nervously pawing at the snow with a feathered front hoof, wondering if he should approach them or not. Honestly, there was probably no harm in it; Maxence was gone and the tensions between Night and Day were a little.. less than they had been. That and he could defend himself should he have to, though he doubted he would have to at this point.
Sucking it up, Cynix took in a breath and trotted forward, kicking up some snow as he did and flicking his ears forward, a little eager. "Are you looking for something?" Cynix felt his feathers ruffle, and a few fell out. He'd been molting recently, and almost eagerly he picked them up with his telekinesis, holding them aloft with a bright shine to his eyes.
"Can we add feathers to it? What.. is it?" A snowman wasn't something he knew, at all, and this was a new experience. He had gathered though that this equine in front of him had been building it though, so maybe he was looking for things to add to it?
The stallion shook his head, his wings flapping a little as his eyes flickered, and he smiled when he saw someone in the snow, frolicking about. For a good long moment, he watched curiously, nervously pawing at the snow with a feathered front hoof, wondering if he should approach them or not. Honestly, there was probably no harm in it; Maxence was gone and the tensions between Night and Day were a little.. less than they had been. That and he could defend himself should he have to, though he doubted he would have to at this point.
Sucking it up, Cynix took in a breath and trotted forward, kicking up some snow as he did and flicking his ears forward, a little eager. "Are you looking for something?" Cynix felt his feathers ruffle, and a few fell out. He'd been molting recently, and almost eagerly he picked them up with his telekinesis, holding them aloft with a bright shine to his eyes.
"Can we add feathers to it? What.. is it?" A snowman wasn't something he knew, at all, and this was a new experience. He had gathered though that this equine in front of him had been building it though, so maybe he was looking for things to add to it?
@Ipomoea || WING BUDDIES
