Falls

Nahawi

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stallion | 16.2hhs | red dun | Emperor of the Shore

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DEDICATE YOUR LIFE TO TRUTH.

Letting his body just follow Ararat, Nahawi watched the sky. His blue eyes took in all the pretty snow flakes and the moon that peeked through the fluffy clouds. The puffy grey objects were what had the stallion mostly entranced in this moment, knowing that they were letting the snow fall to the ground. He wanted to know how they made that happen, but he would never learn for he would not think of it again for a few years to come unless Ararat found her way into his life longer than just this night.


Hearing her words, the stallion let his gaze flick over to her as a smile slowly curled his lips. “I am a foreigner here.” Was his reply, his head tilting to the side. “Are you native to these islands?” He asked, his voice puffing out in a simple cloud of smoke before him. The red dun liked how the cold air made his breath seem like fog. It could aid him if he ever found himself in the dark and dead of winter needing to scare anyone off. He wasn't sure if life would ever come to that, but he did not know the future nor could he actually look for it. It wasn't like Nahawi was a seer or anything special.