Golden Plains
The haven of dandelions, roses, and daises, there would be no better description of Golden Plains than a touch of gold. It’s as if the fabled King Midas flew down, caressing every flower and leaf. The sun, also a bright gold high in the sky, rains down little drops of more gold, sprinkling it’s magic upon everything within this gemstone of a land.
This land is closed. It is no longer habitable.
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Posted on May 15, 2011 at 10:14:29 AM by PERSIAN
His extended family was coming together quite nicely. It was strange, but pleasant, for him to be able to pass the time of day with Emerald, and hopefully now Illusionist as well. Still, Persian supposed there was room for a few more girls to fill him humble abode. Mares needed one another, in the same way that stallion’s band together in war, and god-forbid that one day he didn’t return home, at least they would not be lost and alone.
As she scooped down from above, he turned to watch his golden beauty. His attention flittered back to the bay just in time to see her spook, and he grinned thoughtfully, supposing that it was out of the ordinary for her to see a winged horse. The Arab couldn’t really blame her – if he hadn’t been around long enough to see all too much of the world, he probably would have reacted in the same manner. Needless to say, his caring instinct kicked in and he stepped a bit closer to her. A familiar presence often gave comfort.
“Emerald is sweet and kind, she will look after you just as well as I can,” he said proudly, returning the affectionate smile to his palomino darling. Then he lowered his head, nudging Illusionist’s neck softly with his nuzzle.
He withdrew after that, shuffling his feet to get comfortable in his stance. “I don’t recall giving you my name… You’ll have to forgive my manners, they’ve receded over time. I’m Persian,”
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