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MORGANNA!

The spring sky is painted in soft blues, and puffy white clouds float lazily across the mountain tops. Morganna stands in the open field at the foot of the mighty Diamante Mountains, her head lifted and her caramel eyes squinted against the pale sunlight. She flicks one ear, listening for Nacht, who must not be far. They are nearly attached at the hip, and this is the first time since arriving in Tathra that they have been apart. He wanted to nap in the shade of a tree, and she took the opportunity to explore a bit on her own.

And these mighty, snow-capped mountains are what she has found. They fill her with a rush of strange emotions. Fear, intimidation, awe, power. She wants to climb to their peaks and scream her name to the gods. One day every creature across Tathra will know who she is, and they will be looking upon her with this sense of awe. But on this day, she is only a nameless wanderer, as new to these lands as everyone else seems to be.

A chilly wind rustles her crimson hair, and she breathes it in until her lungs are close to bursting. Her father was nervous about her leaving home, but she swore to make him proud. And now, standing here at the foot of mother nature’s glory, she knows she will be successful. This place is so full of potential and opportunity. Now all she need do is reach out and grab it.

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Horseshoe Falls. Mundaring Hill. And now...White Peak Mountains?

Ra'avis had seen the massive range from the top of the Hill and, upon departing Comala, made it his next destination. He was unsure yet if they stretched the whole of Tathra and meeting them head-on and finding a pass across them seemed like a better option than attempting to round them.

Still, there was that one nagging thought in the back of his head that told him he was being silly. Heading north? Even in spring? He was bound to find slick paths on those high peaks.

South maybe?

No. The fiery brute had already reached the foothills, turning back to travel towards a more favorable cardinal direction would take him many more days than it had traveling from Mundaring Hill to the foothills of whatever the natives called these mounts. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. Perhaps he would find the peaks parting, creating safe passage for the traveler. This seemed to be a possibility with the land flattening out beneath his dark grey hooves. Without the draws to protect him, the biting wind nipped at his bare crest and thin hair,reminding him that nature would never be so forgiving as to let him cross her creation unhindered.

Though it seemed someone was enjoying the brisk mountain air. A painted mare, as vibrant as Vis, stood with her head tilted towards the summit scrapping the few clouds that drifted across the sky. Pulling his head in towards his chest, the red dragon let out a snort and launched into a light lope. Long, sturdy limbs bring him a few meters from the shorter woman's side, neck uncurling to join her in gazing up at the majesties.

"Here looking for a pass or to make this land your home?"

the red dragon of nowhere

For shipwrecks and sirens

16.3hh|5yrs|chestnut/palomino chimera|belongs to no heart

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MORGANNA!

Morganna breathes in the crisp air and swears she can almost smell the snow on the jagged mountain tops that soar over her head. She likes this place, with its rolling fields at the foot of the gray giants. In winter it will be perilous, she’s sure, but probably even more beautiful than it is now.

When she hears the approach of hooves, she thinks it is Nacht. But she breathes in the scent of stallion and knows that this is not her cousin. Her head whips around, caramel eyes finding a male painted in shades similar to her own. He is much taller than her, definitely taller than Nacht, and has eyes like spring.

He comes to stand beside her, his gaze turned to the gray giants, and Morganna watches him carefully. Her father always warned her to be wary of stallions. He’d have a heart attack if he could see her now, all alone next to this hulking male, and without Nacht in sight.

Her ears swivel to catch his words, and then she narrows her eyes and stares up at the mountain tops. “I haven’t decided yet.” She knows what she wants, but not how to achieve it. How does one go from being a wandering nobody, to a beloved political figure and leader? If only her grandfather were here to help her now. She shakes her head, frustrated. “And what are you here for? You must know what you want, surely.” Her caramel eyes flash as she levels her gaze on him. Does he have his life all planned out, or is he as lost and clueless as she feels?


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Ra'avis could feel her gaze upon his patchwork hide and was careful to rock his weight away, hoping to ease any thoughts she had about his size. This stranger was quite small but he could not consider her petite. The chestnut overo seemed to have some sturdy breeding from what he had seen on his lope up and what he could observe from his peripherals, but was nowhere near the mass of a woman he had met on Mundaring Hill.

His question causes his company's caramel eyes and her head to turn from him back to the towering hulks of rock and earth. When she spoke, it was his turn to lower his gaze and focus sage orbs upon the mare, taking her in from closer quarters. "If it carries any weight, I wouldn't personally settle the range. I've endured a few winters and can say those spent under a mountain's shadow were the hardest." He gave his dark muzzle a curt toss towards the white peaks to emphasize his words.

Now it is the red dragon's eyes that narrow at the almost irritated shake the painted mare gives her head. She speaks again, a question this time, a question he doesn't really know how to answer either. "You overestimate me." Once narrowed eyes brighten as his lips twist into a soft smirk. "You probably have your life together much better than I do mine. I'm a traveler through and through; flakiness and indecision are sorta my thing."

the red dragon of nowhere

For shipwrecks and sirens

16.3hh|5yrs|chestnut/palomino chimera|belongs to no heart

❤

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MORGANNA!

”Yes,” Morganna says, as almost an afterthought. She has her eyes on the mountains again, and then they are skimming across the valley below. ”This place will be perilous come winter.” But she sees some beauty in this. There is something so powerful about winter storms; waist-deep snow, freezing temperatures, frozen landscapes. But Morganna loves the way fresh snow glitters under a winter sun, and the way breath curls around pink nostrils. There is something so heartwarming about the coldest time of year.

Caramel eyes slide toward the stallion again, and his words bring an entertained smirk to her face. ”I would rather overestimate than underestimate. At least then I’m always prepared.” Then the smirk slides from her face, and again her expression resembles something close to a scowl. ”My life isn’t figured out in the least. It used to be, before I left home, but now…” She trails off, remembering her father’s dislike of the idea of her leaving the herd. He thought she would get lonely, or force claimed by some wild brute. But perhaps this is worse. Nothing even slightly exciting has happened to her yet. She and Nacht traveled to Tathra together, arrived without a scratch, and are now in the process of wandering about, trying to figure out what their next move is. Nzukii, Morganna’s uncle, would probably be disappointed in them. He encouraged Nacht to leave home and seek adventure and glory. She can picture his ever-present somber expression, accompanied by the shake of his head. She sighs. ”I feel like I’m just waiting for something exciting to happen.”

”Morganna!” she hears yelled across the mountain valley. Nacht has clearly woken up, and now he’ll be here looking for her at any moment. She looks up and up into the springtime eyes of the red stallion, and then gets a crazy idea. ”Would you like to travel with us for a while? Perhaps we could start to figure our new lives out together.” She’s aware that this might sound cliché, but doesn’t care to rephrase. She’s looking for something, but doesn’t yet know what that is. Maybe this nameless stranger will help her on her way.


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He could never understand the allure that mountains held over some individuals. Maybe it was due to the thinness of his fur even with his fully fledged winter coat to protect him. Maybe it was the bitter cold he and his dam endured at the onset of winter as they traipsed after his sire who refused to acknowledge the obsessed mare and the child she had bore for him.

Maybe it was neither. Maybe he simply disliked how cold and utterly dead those rock faces were. Maybe he simply liked his world to have a little character, a little beating heart.

All he could do as his mind sifted for answers was offer a slow nod in response to her words.

But the cloud did not linger long. As quick as it had filmed his vibrant eyes, it had disipated to leave his gaze clear and crisp and trained upon the pretty gal's amused smirk. Vis' own bit deeper into his face, lips revealing a sliver of teeth, only for it to go slack as her expression darkens and her words trail off. He couldn't control the curt snort that forced its way through his dark nostrils nor the sharpness of his head as he swings it back up towards the blue sky just above the peaks' reach.

"Perhaps you wouldn't be so lost if you had stayed?" There was an sort of harshness to his thick voice, a harshness that grated against his ears the hardest. A short span of silence seemed to punctuate his brash manner before his unnamed company sighs and speaks up once again. Her words carry a familiar truth, one that made his cheeks burn form his earlier actions and brought his head to turn back to face the fiery mare's own. Ra'avis parts his lips to speak, probably offer up some 'quote' to convey he feels the same, but was left without words when a name was called.

Palomino ears instantly swiveled in the direction of the brute's voice, sage green gaze darting across their little piece of the world before locking back onto those raw sienna eyes that seemed to blaze with new light. The short gal seemed undisturbed by the sudden outburst from the stranger who didn't seem too far off from breaking up the pair. Instead, she offered him something, a little something that made his lips tug into a lopsided grin.

"That's not a half-bad idea; leting the boy whose name you don't know tag along. As long as I'm not signing with my blood, I think I might just have to say yes."

Maybe it was the threat of being caught by this stallion. Maybe he was looking for companionship. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the fact that she was the one to offer, that she had put herself out there first.

the red dragon of nowhere

For shipwrecks and sirens

16.3hh|5yrs|chestnut/palomino chimera|belongs to no heart

❤

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Perhaps we should end it here? I figure we could have another thread a while later after they've been traveling together for a bit? A thread with Nacht would be fun as well