08-03-2016, 03:26 PM
The field, an expanse of common land with far too many horses lingering in its grasses. A space that belonged to noone and everyone at the same time. However, winter seems to have lessened the frequency of callers and for Fart that is just fine. It was hard to maneuver in crowded areas, slinking just along the borders when one could and taking wide, arching paths around when one couldn’t. This was his life, avoidance, solitude it was for the most part all he had known. All he had known until quite recently when he had known something else entirely. Fart had for a time known kindness, friendship, and company.
For how long? He can’t say. It seemed like a long time then, months maybe years even but he had not bothered to keep track. However he could still not be certain of this because when he had been tossed back to the world of Beqanna it had not been long at all. A day, a breath, a blink of an eye. The world was strange and Magic was even stranger and Fart did not know what to make of it. Part of him knew he should return to his life, that dull non-existence he knew as ‘living’. Then again, he had a taste for good things and part of him pined to have that once more. Perhaps that was why he was really in the field today.
It was a small chance he would find anyone to stand his presence but it was a chance nonetheless. He stayed very close to the borders, watching his step on the icy paths tread before him and carefully finding his footing. That’s when he finds someone, just the one, a lady no less and a fancy unicorn at that. What luck.
She doesn’t seem to be with anyone, simply standing alone, stopping to eat and surprisingly drawing the attention of no others. He takes his time to make his way forward, trying his best to keep down wind but in reality he could be scented even from there by most. Try as he might he could not make the smell go away and he didn’t want it to leave him entirely either- part of it was useful in certain circumstances. Before he speaks he gently clears his throat, hoping to not catch her too off gaurd, her back is turned after all. “Um, hello- hi there miss,” he tries to offer, not knowing what to truly say because he did not have that much experience with conversation. She would either flee from him (most did) or she would say something back, something nice he hoped but he prepared for something not nice too.
For how long? He can’t say. It seemed like a long time then, months maybe years even but he had not bothered to keep track. However he could still not be certain of this because when he had been tossed back to the world of Beqanna it had not been long at all. A day, a breath, a blink of an eye. The world was strange and Magic was even stranger and Fart did not know what to make of it. Part of him knew he should return to his life, that dull non-existence he knew as ‘living’. Then again, he had a taste for good things and part of him pined to have that once more. Perhaps that was why he was really in the field today.
It was a small chance he would find anyone to stand his presence but it was a chance nonetheless. He stayed very close to the borders, watching his step on the icy paths tread before him and carefully finding his footing. That’s when he finds someone, just the one, a lady no less and a fancy unicorn at that. What luck.
She doesn’t seem to be with anyone, simply standing alone, stopping to eat and surprisingly drawing the attention of no others. He takes his time to make his way forward, trying his best to keep down wind but in reality he could be scented even from there by most. Try as he might he could not make the smell go away and he didn’t want it to leave him entirely either- part of it was useful in certain circumstances. Before he speaks he gently clears his throat, hoping to not catch her too off gaurd, her back is turned after all. “Um, hello- hi there miss,” he tries to offer, not knowing what to truly say because he did not have that much experience with conversation. She would either flee from him (most did) or she would say something back, something nice he hoped but he prepared for something not nice too.
dont you know that youre toxic?
