07-04-2016, 04:06 PM
PHAEDRUS
He is done, done with lazing about, done with doing nothing, done with waiting around for someone to give him orders. He only has one life to live, and he feels no point in wasting another minute of it. If he dared to admit it, this new found resolve had something to do with the foals, and his age. At 12 years, he was starting to ebb out of his prime, though no one would notice it but himself, and the foals were growing rapidly. To fast, everything in his life was going by way to fast. At first he thought if he slowed down, took some time to just sit back and enjoy maybe time would slow down with it. Obviously that didn’t happen, if he wanted to not miss out on anymore, then taking action was his best bet.
He is traveling around to the different alliances, making a declaration of games, but what would it hurt to stop by here on the way and try to find a few more faces. Glancing over the grasses there appears to be several different clusters, each of which hold no such appeal for him. He may have some time, but not that much time. All the idle chit chat, and monotonous questions, as if they didn’t already know the answers. He could tolerate it from new horses, and young ones, that were fresh from their parent’s side. But attempts at playing nice to those that were already well aware of the kingdoms inner workings, was wearing thin to say it nicely. It’s not until he scans the edges, near the trees, does he spot her, alone and apparently happy to be so. This was another thing he didn’t understand; with horses this shy why did they bother to come out here at all? Then again everyone needs a home, and a safe haven. He grunts a sort of odd sigh, submitting to his gut.
Well within her vision range he begins to approach her, offering a nod of greeting. I’m Phaedrus, from the Dale, and Golden Plains, so polite, he snears the comment in his mind, chastising himself for the abrupt and almost rude introduction. Must say something like ‘pleasant day’, ‘how are you’, ‘what brings you here’, ‘hi’… but him… I’m Phaedrus. Really??? Could it get more obviously awkward then that? Besides what was up with his attitude? Normally laid back…
Oh yea, spring, winter was over, the cold nip in the air is gone. There was no need to buckle down and get restless anymore. He should have realized it, but of course his mind was to preoccupied elsewhere. In an attempt to make up his previous introduction he offers her a gentler conversation opener. Are you looking for a home? That’s just great, like smoothing things out ever went well for him.
He is traveling around to the different alliances, making a declaration of games, but what would it hurt to stop by here on the way and try to find a few more faces. Glancing over the grasses there appears to be several different clusters, each of which hold no such appeal for him. He may have some time, but not that much time. All the idle chit chat, and monotonous questions, as if they didn’t already know the answers. He could tolerate it from new horses, and young ones, that were fresh from their parent’s side. But attempts at playing nice to those that were already well aware of the kingdoms inner workings, was wearing thin to say it nicely. It’s not until he scans the edges, near the trees, does he spot her, alone and apparently happy to be so. This was another thing he didn’t understand; with horses this shy why did they bother to come out here at all? Then again everyone needs a home, and a safe haven. He grunts a sort of odd sigh, submitting to his gut.
Well within her vision range he begins to approach her, offering a nod of greeting. I’m Phaedrus, from the Dale, and Golden Plains, so polite, he snears the comment in his mind, chastising himself for the abrupt and almost rude introduction. Must say something like ‘pleasant day’, ‘how are you’, ‘what brings you here’, ‘hi’… but him… I’m Phaedrus. Really??? Could it get more obviously awkward then that? Besides what was up with his attitude? Normally laid back…
Oh yea, spring, winter was over, the cold nip in the air is gone. There was no need to buckle down and get restless anymore. He should have realized it, but of course his mind was to preoccupied elsewhere. In an attempt to make up his previous introduction he offers her a gentler conversation opener. Are you looking for a home? That’s just great, like smoothing things out ever went well for him.
i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must