The blue mare reaches out in his direction, and it takes Viđarr a moment to remember his manners. The islands seems to be home to a far more touchy culture than his own. The shadow reaches out to meet her grasp. He’s soft, velveteen, a gentle creature in moments like these. Viđarr murmurs softly, ears pitching forward. Gentle interest in this new friend who’s come from the sea.
“All islands, all different. Clear days are easier to see them,” he nodded. Words were hard but they were good enough for now. Viđarr’s gesture to the horizon was broad, tail flickering at his haunches. As the lightning crackled through the sky, the black stallion let go a brilliant, wild smile. His amber eyes glimmered with it, feeling something wild in his system. Viđarr was the wilderness, the glorious wilderness as he tipped his head back to watch for more, feeling the rumble of thunder beneath his hooves.
“We don’t want to be the tallest thing, no,” the black stallion was more lively than moments ago, when he’d arrived. A rakish grin played across his features, reaching clear to his eyes. Glimmering. Zevulun’s flirting largely went over his head– it didn’t matter. There was a storm they could enjoy, but they would need to enjoy it in such a way that they wouldn’t get struck down on the spot by Thor himself.
“Komsi komsi,” he crowed, taking off with the same elegant step he’d approached with. A floating gait as Viđarr led toward the treeline, kicking up his heels, letting a brassy laugh course through his system. The same current that lived in the air flowed through his system. Electricity like this… hell, it was life itself. With a broad gesture of his muzzle, he motioned to the others.
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