A Stalliongrad Affair! Festivities in the Hoar Witch Estates - The Courtyard

[Bellosh]

 

Parties, parties, parties; Equestrians sure loved their merriment. On that superficial level, Lími pondered, perhaps ponies and Viking Caribou weren't all that different from one another. In a cultural sense, of course.

 

As to why the reserved Lími was here attending a festival when he would rather be back hope writing by candlelight... well, it was his companion's idea to drag him here. As de facto representative in Canterlot for three caribou clans, it was good practice to rub shoulders with Equestria's upper crust. Oh, and said companion wanted the same opportunity to mingle with that same crowd, coincidentally enough. Which might have been why Lími's counterpart dashed off upon spying the first poof of royal pink at Countess Frostlace's celebration. Go figure.

 

Left to his own devices, the Son of Sigrun wandered off to the one place where the crowd was at its thinnest and calmest: the Courtyard. The young bull would do what he could to socialize by himself, just as long as he had a relatively quiet place to retreat to. It was while scouting the Courtyard when Lími spotted... her. She; the one caribou who was perhaps as introverted and unskilled in fighter as he. She; a caribou who had once been the one calf his age Lími could relate, now a cow grown. She; always recognizable with her white fur and shaved-off antlers.

Having seen her from behind, Lími was able to approach unnoticed; "E-e-eydis?"

[RexDraco]

The Earth pony was not the best socializer, yet he was quite a social butterfly, if even a heavy and unyieldy butterfly. The dual-toned warrior folded his ears back, looking annoyed as his brows knitted ever so slightly. For once his outward appearance reflected his internal feelings. He was perhaps too -- scary. He could not help he was fluffy and had a strong muzzle, while he was completely oblivious to his resting face looking akin to a dragon at the edge of his patience … he had spoken up and tried to speak, yet it went unheard. He wondered if his Equestrian was very bad. He shook head head out watching the males leave, followed by a pair of female!

 

“Takk, jeg har det bra, hvordan har du det?. Jeg heter Kappi Stjarna. [I am fine, how are you? I am Kappi Stjarna.]” He offered Eydis.

 

While he much preferred the company of caribou, he had been intrigued by the male’s in question.  Kappi wondered if he had come on too strongly or he used words that offended the sense of ponies. He really felt he was more pony than caribou in times like these, though the former females were not ponies either. He seemed to ruffle when a young Caribou entered. A-ah! It was Lady Sigrun’s ward! He shouldn’t be here without having been granted passage to do so, at least for a party. Fumbling a bit on his hooves he looked to Eydis.

 

He inclined his head. “Unnskyld meg. Det var hyggelig å treffe deg. Ha det bra! [Excuse me. It was nice meeting you, goodbye.]” He moved to turn and trot away.

 

Perhaps if he hurried he could catch up with the larger, un-inked fellow. He seemed -- mysterious, and seeing as he has already become an awkward popsicle in the room it was better off. Ensuring his fumble was not noticed, giving a quick look left to right, the chestnut furred pony trotted off with his head held high. Not the most graceful pony.

 

[Pretzelparty]

 

 

 

The exit of the stocky , strong pony who had approached left Eydis a bit saddened. He'd only just come by and left so quickly. Was it something she did? Still unsure what to really say, the cow just waved a hoof, "Um... Goodbye." She said in a slightly disappointed tone as the stallion walked off.

 

That voice. There was something familiar about it. The white coated caribou turned to the voice's source and her eyes went wide. "Limi?" Her old friend was right here in the flesh and fur, "My goodness... You've grown up!" A smile a mile wide spread over the cow's face as she almost insticnctively pulled him into a hug, granted it was a hug much softer and less muscle powered than many of the other hugs he might have gotten in his life. She didn't dwell too long with the hug and soon released the young bull, "Wow... You've truly grown! I can hardly believe you're the same bull! Is Hammer still with you? How have you been? Is Sigrun still treating you well? Oh by the gods so many questions."

 

 

 

[Bellosh]

 

Historically not known for his public displays of affection, a grown-up Lími showcased his maturity by returning his old friend's hug without a second thought. Of course, a hug from Lími still lacked a tendency to crush bones, but Eydis nonetheless would not feel any timidness from the Sigrunson that she might have once been accustomed to. Once released from the embrace, Lími started answering as much as he could with a smile; "T-there's so much I must tell you Eydis; about where I've been, what I've done, who I've befriended..."

For a brief moment, Lími's gaze was briefly distracted by the sight of a shaggy pony, almost mistaking him for a caribou. A quick check of the stallion's head revealed no antlers; only a moment later, and catching up with Eydis once again entered the forefront of Lími's mind. "I'm not sure where to even begin....."

[RexDraco]

Kappi had never participated in any sort of social event before. Were it up to him he would drag the aforementioned individuals into a hold until they told him what he needed, but that was behavior restricted to more relatable fellows: close friends or family, of which the older pony had none of now. He had hoped perhaps to become amicable with individuals in this region, perhaps learn more of his family’s past and if they were somepony greater. But perhaps they were merely farmers, civilians. Nopony of merit. Such a thought left a bad taste in the warrior’s mouth. To think his kin were once not warriors. And perhaps, that too, was a result of the life he has lived in the heartlands of Whitescar. Nevertheless the pony would like to think of himself as a caribou. So he was without antlers, but that did not make him less of a member of the tribes, or the Askr, as he was now. Thought in all fairness his position in that clan was yet solidified as he had only recently found return to the land of the waking.

 

He had been interested in the male that had come in but alas he was far out of sight as quickly as were the long and pony had become. They were too quick for his larger self. Once he lost view of the yon male the stallion’s tail, which had been up and wiggling with interest … flattened. The ice blue and snow white dreadlocks of his tail were tightly bound, making the luxurious tail, mangable. As for his thicker mane it was bundled up in loose ties to keep the mess out of his face. He snorted, kicking his forehoof against the ground. So far speaking to others was turning into more of a troublesome vexation than staying silent. Twas why he only spoke when it was needed.

 

With a sigh he turned back to the remaining occupants of the room, neither of which he formally knew. He greeted Eydis in his native language and that was enough to capture a familiarity that he could not gain from the long or ponies present. When he walked up to the cow once more the brute turned his large skull to face her. He arched his brow and spoke: “Er dere venner? [Are you friends?]” He would ask in that deep tone which almost sounded as f he had potatoes stuck in his muzzle. His dialect was clearly more from the mainland than the heart of the forest, but it was still recognizable at the very least.