Call The PhoneLine /erren

[Sauda]

EIRNIN

The Tiring Plains, so simple and raw, was magnificent. What it lacked in viewpoints and landmarks, it overcame with sheer size, space, and adequate food and water to lunch many, many horses. Eirnin was content in his decision to arrive here. His hooves ploughed into the earth, dinting them with his weight as he galloped, full-pelt, marvelling in the feel of the wind against his sweat-covered body. The two-coloured mane and tail were driven away from his rump and neck respectively, flying like a banner in his excitement. His pace was furiously fast, driven by the sheer want of speed. His bellow of joy, deep as his voice was, was instantly snatched away by the body of wind, which had begun to lessen as his pace gradually slowed.

Eventually, he simmered down to a walk. His breathing, heavy and laboured from his flight, was mixed with another call, the loud whinny booming across the vast, empty land. Ears pricked, trying to find an answer. His eyes were alight with ecstasy, adrenaline still pumping through his veins, making his walk more of a prance. He stretched out his neck, and then flicked up his head, snorting as he relayed the actions. He may have been alone for the moment, but he was content to act as a colt whilst he had no audience. He eloped into a slow canter, carrying himself all high-and-regal like, pretending as though he was an almighty God. His grin spread across pink lips, and as he reached the end of his short journey, coming to a halt at one small pool of water, he released the strict posing, relaxing back into his usual, casual self. Mug lowered to drink, oesophagus gulping down the liquid, its’ cold feel soothing his parched throat.

Eirnin was not one to linger when he had a goal in mind, though. He needed a mare, would refuse to call himself a Lead of a herd or territory unless he had someone to help determine such a fact. He stayed by the water, not wanting to leave, but wanting to as well, in order to fulfil his short term goal. He knew these lands would not last long, and didn’t exactly relish the idea of fighting to claim his throne. But it was more probable that a mare would walk within view of his current position. He was half-half, but in the unsure state, his body had made the decision for him, keeping legs still and half in the waters’ edge. Ears flicked, eyes steady, waiting for some company to enter his view.

[Silver]

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She was finally free from the clutches of her brother, and free of the silly temptation that had plagued her when she had left Marek. She would not go to Boaz, she would not see Azami. She would go where she wanted to. She was an independent mare. Lengthening her stride, she galloped across the Tiring Plains, which were true to their name. She was sweating and the wind that crashed against her body was making her even wearier. The decision to slow down and stop was not made by her entirely, but of the necessity to stop at a small pool that had appeared in her sights. She slowly lowered her pace until she was at a very lazy walk and took a step onto the bank of the small pond. She drank her fill, keeping her eyes on her surroundings, when she suddenly saw in the water the reflection of another horse. Her head shot up and she found herself face to face with an unfamiliar stallion. With a squeal of surprise she nearly leaped backwards; when her brain stopped telling her to run away and that she was at a respectable distance, the mare froze and looked at the stallion. He was a deep bay with white markings on his body, and he looked fairly solid and steady, whereas her little act had made her look foolish. Blushing underneath her coat Erren walked up again, looking him boldly in the eyes before bending down to the water to finish her drink.

When she was done, she slowly brought her head up to look at the stranger. Water dripped from her lips and she licked off the droplets with her tongue, watching him the entire time. Asedenn was not entirely a friendly place, and the beings that roamed the land were not always well-meaning. Erren picked her ears up from where they were laying, flat against her head, and brought herself up to her full height. “And you are?” Quite the feisty one, she was not afraid to speak up for herself. She was selfish, but grovelling had grown old, and after her meeting with Azami she was not inclined to try it again.

[Sauda]

EIRNIN

He had watched as the mare aimed for his little pool of water, had chosen not to start the conversation, sure that she would see another equine standing by the waters’ edge. And as he had such a presumption in his head, Eirnin was a bit taken aback by her sudden little hissy fit. Clearly, she was disturbed to find him ‘suddenly’ there, so close to herself. Her body, a pale, buttermilk dunalino, was shining with a layer of sweat, and the tired mare hesitantly came back to his water, drinking the rest of her fill. She lifted her head, deep brown eyes watching him, wariness evident in them as she drank in his sight. She corrected her posture; pulled her head higher, legs straighter, showing off her full height.

She overruled him in that aspect. Even if he was not in as much of a relaxed state as he currently held, he would reach inches below her. This didn’t worry him, though. He may be slightly shorter, but he was stocky enough, and had had enough scrapes with both genders, to know he could handle himself against this one. Her voice lifted against the air currents, brought to land softly, but with a fierce determination to sound confident, upon his bay ears; “And you are?” Oh, so she was a sassy one, eh? Eirnin didn’t mind this, he enjoyed speaking with those of a more… temperamental nature. Usually, they were much more entertaining.

“Eirnin. I am Eirnin.” He smiled, handsome features soft as he stared at the unknown stranger. A slight tilt of his head, so it almost looked like he was confused about something. And then his deep, slightly lilting, voice was issued for her ears, a query for her this time. “And whom are you, dear?” He shook out his mane, enjoying the light slap of it against his nearly dried-sweat laden body. Eyes locked again to her frame, curious about her, if she was as fiery as her first question had made him assume her to be, or if she was just laying on some extra spice to hide her humiliation at not immediately noting his presence at the start.

[Silver]

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She watched him, not willing to give back the advantage that she had gained. Taller than the stallion, she held his eyes steadily. He introduced himself, and the name entered her mind with the slow, seeping grace of an inbound fog. It wafted and rolled through her thoughts, permeating her memory until she knew what his name was and could repeat it without fear that it was wrong. “My name is somewhat alike to yours,” she said with a hint of humor. Indeed, Eirnin was almost the same as Erren. They sounded alike, and perhaps that was a sign from the gods? With a flick of her ear she pushed away the notion and redirected her thoughts. “I am called Erren.” Erren… what was the meaning? Her parents hadn’t known, and neither would she. A slight bit of resentment for the parents who had so carelessly named her curled around her heart and planted itself there for further investigation at a later time.

Erren studied the stallion, appraising him for the potential he had. There were many lands unclaimed and she itched to claim one, but ruling without a stallion was possibly catastrophic. So she would wait for one to come along and match her ambitions, and she would follow. Love was out of the question. Love was a fairy-tale, and she didn’t want any part of it. She didn’t believe that she even could love. Love is for those who need someone else. I do not. I could claim for myself, but I choose not to. I do not need to depend on others. She stomped her hoof sharply as if to emphasize the point, but she knew he could not hear her thoughts. So she whisked her tail around her haunches as if flies had been harrassing her and that was the reason for her sudden movement. “Is this your final destination, Eirnin?” she said, pursuing the reason she talked to him at all. If he was some lazy, no-count bum who only wished to occupy the free spaces of the neutral lands, she would leave and find another stallion.

[Sauda]

EIRNIN

Erren. Yes, her name was very similar to his. He smiled as he considered their two names, but didn’t linger too long on the thoughts. She seemed almost in a rush, but not in a rushing way, and Eirnin thought carefully on his next words. He skimmed over her sleek grace, watching as she first stomped one hoof into the earth, and then whisked her tail. But no flies bothered him, perhaps she was a magnet for them? His initial ambitions were to claim a land, this was his first and utmost priority. The first mare to follow by his side would be named his queen, until such time as he fell in love. If that were to happen at all. He wasn’t entirely sure whether this one in particular would be willing to throw away her current living as a nomad, but he would guide the conversation to his advantage, either way.

“No, Erren. My final destination would be running my own land. I have higher priorities than walking aimlessly as a nomad.” His gaze washed carelessly over her again, devouring all the information he could of her. He could see her coming with him, maybe. But he doubted, what with her rather to-the-point questions, that she would expect to leave all the power to him alone. It could be a bother, but for his short term goals, she would be found suitable. He could always search for another. “And you? Where do you plan to go after our meeting comes to an end, Erren?”