The soft grass, the wet leaves felt strange under his paws, used to walking the hot sand of the desert. Last night, he had slept under the stars of Alonnia... it was too long ago since it had happened last.
Windsage stretched and sniffed the air. Even though the wind was at his back, he could feel the scent of many different species, the orchard was near... Maybe there would be someone there skilled in the crafts he needed, maybe not. Maybe someone to talk to, or just play for a while. He needed a vacation anyway. Too bad it would have to be a short one...
He halted at the edge of the clearing, the wind sweeping his long, two-toned mane out of his eyes. It was a grey, wet autumn day, when the scents of the earth were strong in the forest. The stallion paused to take in the scene.
Post by Belladandy on Oct 24, 2005 12:03:54 GMT -5
In the distance the autumn silence was suddenly broken by the sound of Pallo Balleny the faun, playing his beloved lute. Which he named Helena.
Pallo was small in size hardly over five feet. With olive colored skin and chocolate brown hair and fur. He wore an off-white and somewhat stained shirt that was one size too big and a faded patched green vest.
The faun traveled about as a bard and as a jester. Preforming his talents at birthdays, celebrations and even a few weddings and once at a funeral.
Pallo continued to pluck at his lute's strings trying to bring some cheer to what he thought was a very gloomy day.
The sound of music made Windsage raise his head. Not bad, actually. The tones seemed to fall easily from the bard's hands. The drigius could almost picture them, a cascade of water, but not this gently dripping wetness, rather an eager brook in springtime. Anyway...
Quietly sneaking around, Windsage decided to play the little faun a small trick... it was way too quiet here today. Carefully, he stretched out his long tail, just so much that the tip brushed Pallo's neck. Then, before the faun had time to turn around, he withdrew and lay down into a big pile of leaves.
Windsage had planned to wait until the faun turned away and then sneak around to startle him again. The stallion had just risen from his hiding-place, bits of wet leaves and grass still clinging to his coat, when the unfamilliar voice behind him made him jump. He whirled around to face the mare and then, realizing how stupied he must have looked, laughed and tossed his wet mane out of his eyes. "As it pleases you, milady." He agreed smoothly. "I'm glad you joined us, it is nice to see that I'm not the only one of our kind suffering this dismal weather."
He sat down, arranging his long tail in a neat curve around himself. "Well, Minstrel," He adressed the faun. "May we request a song?"
"Indeed you should have." The stallion replied, mock sternly. "Maybe there would have been a reference to us in some footnote." Giving the female a glance, he thought to himself that if this Paula had been only half as pretty as she was, he would most definatly have ignored geography too... "By the way, they call me Windsage." he offered an introduction.