There was a light breeze comming off the beach. Waves crashed, turning sand, shells and rock onto her stilts. Ebony orbs were searching the sea in front of her. She was a stunning little fae, with her ivory skull and dappled canvas. Her bodice was shiny from the salty wasters that splashed her. The sun was helping with this as well, as its arms reacher her and made her glisten. Small tan daggers left the surf and treced up the beach, making indednts for someone to find and follow.
The dapple fae came under a palm tree, seeking some shad from the hot sun. She wonderd if there were any light stags out here on this beach. Is there any life out here? The light breeze lifted her ivory tassles and played with them as a foal would with its mothers tail. She closed her orbs, taking in the seet smell of salt and ocean. She was at ease, standing there, waiting for a stag to come and take her home.
[ooc=i know it all about a beach, but this was taken from another post. Sorry about that.]
I trotted through the grassy field, banner and cranium held high in my newfound pride. I was a stallion now, and any stallion needs some mares in his herd. I paused and sniffed the air, smoky nares widening to take in the scents of trampled grass, fresh water. And another equine. I snorted in glee and loped in the direction of the smell.
I continued on until I could see the dappled hue of the fae before me. I slowed to an extended trot to come closer, then stop completely a few feet from her. "Excuse me," I say. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I am Poseidon, King of the Aurora Mountains. May I have the pleasure of learning your name?" I looked her over with blue-green occuli as I wait for her response to my question.