New places, new faces (open)

Fritjof

When facing the decision to leave his home, Fritjof honestly believed that it would feel terrible. Like a weight of guilt. Instead Fritjof felt ecstatic. He felt freed! In fact, now.. his options in life were so much more than growing up just to become 'the next best knight'. Fritjof snorted to himself in a way of detest. His pace grew like a fever until he was traveling full tilt run, south-bound.

After traveling for long enough that the daylight was beginning to melt into night, the cold snowy ground that Fritjof was accustomed to had melted away into a solid but softer ground; fertile with a short crop of grass. Something he didn't see too often, unless he had gotten lucky enough to dig out anything of its like from under the snow. The chestnut stallion slowed his pace, now moving in a leisurely walk. The deeper he sauntered into this new land the longer and thicker the vegetation became. Bright blue eyes cast around the endless grass sea expanding around him. A soft nicker draws from his breath as the quiet sigh of the wind moving through the long blades of greenery fill his ears. It was very peaceful. But he couldn't linger long. Fritjof continues in a casual gait, ears and head on the swivel taking constant survey of his surroundings. Although beautiful, this was a strange land.

Like any herd, his birth-herd had its gossip and rumors; whispers of on goings beyond the icy fields. New Queens and Kings were stepping fourth and taking rule of the various areas all around. The North, and the East from what Fritjof understood, has both taken new monarchs. Since he was abandoning his birth home, he may as well do some sleuthing around- perhaps even find a member of royalty. He would need to find a new place to call home eventually.


For the first time since he left, Fritjof looked over his shoulder to the path from once he came. They wouldn't be very happy in finding out that he had abandoned them-- if they ever took the time to find out. Fritjof pulls his head back around (now looking forward again). As the last of the light slipped away, Fritjof noticed that parts of the ground were glowing. A curious noise is made as he moves closer to inspect the glowing plants just ahead of him. Just a few more steps and…

Splash! Fritjof stumbles as his front legs are now fetlock-deep in water. He squeals loudly in surprise(probably alerting anyone around of his presence- if they weren't already aware of it), backing away from the hidden pool of water. Now where had that pool of water come from?

"Speak."