Liam Kenway
Not for the first time, the stallion rises from his bed as the inky blackness slowly gives way to the dawn of day. Autumn was lingering on the edges of the world, but summer had her claws stubbornly dug in, refusing to give way just yet. The grass is wet with cool dew, evidence that there was fog that had kissed the ground while everyone slept warm and safe in their beds. Glancing toward the sky, Liam watched in marvel as the sun's rays began to kiss the edge of the horizon, gently stroking the world below it with its warm fingers. For a long moment, he stood upon a hill, letting the cool -- not yet chilly -- breeze prickle at his frame, tugging his mane and tail with it, tangling the ends together as the wind blew. The birds were few and far between, and it never ceased to amaze the stallion at how still the world was in the first hour or so of the morning.
Deeming it early enough, Liam begins to move off the hill he'd been standing on, intent on getting a run in. There was nothing better than to hear the sound of your own hoofbeats to mix with the sound of every breath you took, he'd decided long ago. There wasn't a plan or a set destination in mind that he noticed, so he just began to run. He was near the Citadel, but still within the city itself. He'd found a home in a quiet section, relieved that it was close enough to the military base that he didn't have to rush to get there when he was needed, but far enough away that he could have all the time in the world when he wanted to be away from everyone. As he runs, he's careful to avoid the many holes he can see in the ground, and before long, he realizes that there's another in the distance.
Sides heaving as he slows to a walk, his ears prick fully atop his head as he nickers, nostrils flaring as he extends his head and neck toward the other equine in the distance. His sides are slick with sweat as he approaches the other equine, curious to know what they were doing, though he doesn't introduce himself until he's much closer to her. "Hello, miss. What are you doing out here this early? Surprised to see anyone else out here," he chuckles softly, his gaze turning to the flower in the cloche. "Pretty flower for a pretty dame," he remarks kindly, yet there's no sense of flirting or romantic notion that the stallion was trying; he was married after all.
"Liam Speaks."
Notes;; I love her so much ;w;
Tag;; @Cordelia
Voice claim;; Chris Evans
Words;; 446
I'm with you till the end of the line
