Common

Nox had grown accustomed to the swim from Tinuvel to the Crossing after his repeated trips. It had made his legs strong, accentuated now by his lean build. Rather than bulky like the strength of a draft breed, Nox was carved from stone. The muscles were defined by sharp angles, flexing beneath his fine hair. Even Tinuvel could not dull the metallic sheen of his coat, even when a proper snow coat had attempted to grow in. Nox leaped from the depths onto the shore, the spray alighting around him. The salt clung to his coat, the sunlight making it shine like diamonds in his tail. The speckles across his chocolate body were like stars dancing in the sky. He could never say his father never gave him anything. Nox was beautiful.

With a quick shake, Nox sent some of the water that clung to him flying. His long mane cascaded down either side of his neck, his forelock falling over one dark eye. The young stallion pricked his ears as he looked across the Commons. Would today be the day? He wasn't entirely sure. While Nox had been making the swim rather frequently, he still had yet to invite a single horse to return home with him. He was shy, and a bit of a loner. He was all the bright parts of his father, but growing up without him had left Nox somewhat lacking in knowledge about some things. He took a deep breath, his nostrils quivering.

Movement caught his attention, and Nox turned his head to see a young mare rolling in the grass. He watched for a moment before pointedly looking away when she stood up. When he finally worked up the courage to look at her again she seemed to be transfixed upon the sea. He could not blame her. There was so much out there.

Don't say something stupid, Nox.

"Sometimes I wish I was a fish," yeah, smooth. His brow twitched, why'd he say that? He laughed, a bit awkwardly and took a few steps closer, to stand near her side. "To explore," he clarifies, hopefully. "My name is Nox," he offers, a charming if not a little sheepish smile across his dark lips.