Arrival [He came awake with a jerk of his body, an unfamiliar sound perking his senses and leaving him feeling on edge immediately. He didn't recall stopping for a rest, as he had risen just a few hours previous, and Ilai rarely took rests that soon. He pushes his legs beneath him quickly, hooves digging into the soft soil and he gathered himself, avoiding stepping on those who were nearest to him and hadn't yet awakened.
This wasn't the forest he had been traveling through. The stream was beautiful, but not the deep, rushing rapid he knew to be nearby the city he had been traveling toward. There we others here, but none he recognized. Some of them he had never even seen the like of. His tail whips behind him as his front left hoof stomps against the mud. He reaches up and pulls a twig from his hair that had caught itself in his braid. There was a flower on it, obviously from a nearby tree. He dropped it back to the ground, but took care not to step on it as he moved himself away from the group.]
What mystic wood have I stumbled upon? [It was the only explanation he thought possible. Enchantment was the only answer.]
Middlemarch [The town was beautiful in its simplicity. It remind him more of home and small outlier villages that traded more frequently with his people as they were too far from the centers of their own Kingdoms. But after traveling for days across the beautiful, rolling plains, it was nice to find himself here. He hoped to gain some information about this place and how to find his way home.
If he found any others in the same predicament, he would look to find all he could from them. But first...
The building looked to be an inn, homely as it was. It would suit Ilai's purposes just fine. He ducked as he entered, but raised his head more once inside, hooves click-clacking against the wooden floor. Thankfully the ceiling was high enough he only had to keep his head a little stooped to avoid the rafters. He tries to keep his movements small and compact, but he might accidentally nudge someone's table or chair as he moves by towards the kitchen-bar. When that happens he stops and nods his head down, hand to his chest.]
Zadh'Ilai | Original Characters
[He came awake with a jerk of his body, an unfamiliar sound perking his senses and leaving him feeling on edge immediately. He didn't recall stopping for a rest, as he had risen just a few hours previous, and Ilai rarely took rests that soon. He pushes his legs beneath him quickly, hooves digging into the soft soil and he gathered himself, avoiding stepping on those who were nearest to him and hadn't yet awakened.
This wasn't the forest he had been traveling through. The stream was beautiful, but not the deep, rushing rapid he knew to be nearby the city he had been traveling toward. There we others here, but none he recognized. Some of them he had never even seen the like of. His tail whips behind him as his front left hoof stomps against the mud. He reaches up and pulls a twig from his hair that had caught itself in his braid. There was a flower on it, obviously from a nearby tree. He dropped it back to the ground, but took care not to step on it as he moved himself away from the group.]
What mystic wood have I stumbled upon? [It was the only explanation he thought possible. Enchantment was the only answer.]
Middlemarch
[The town was beautiful in its simplicity. It remind him more of home and small outlier villages that traded more frequently with his people as they were too far from the centers of their own Kingdoms. But after traveling for days across the beautiful, rolling plains, it was nice to find himself here. He hoped to gain some information about this place and how to find his way home.
If he found any others in the same predicament, he would look to find all he could from them. But first...
The building looked to be an inn, homely as it was. It would suit Ilai's purposes just fine. He ducked as he entered, but raised his head more once inside, hooves click-clacking against the wooden floor. Thankfully the ceiling was high enough he only had to keep his head a little stooped to avoid the rafters. He tries to keep his movements small and compact, but he might accidentally nudge someone's table or chair as he moves by towards the kitchen-bar. When that happens he stops and nods his head down, hand to his chest.]
My apologies.