09-03-2016, 08:57 PM
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The Mountain was like an oasis, a moment in time where he was able feel the way he was used before the insane day they all had. As he stood atop the mount he knew he had to move on, let go of the familiarity of his gifts and rebuild. But he heard rustling behind him and he turned, to the white and bay pintabian form of his daughter, Siba. She had grown so much, and was no longer a little thing who needed her mother or father. Nymhpetamine would welcome conversation with her at any time and aid her should she ask, but she was grown and had made her own way. It had been some since her last visit and Nikita seemed to come less and less as Falls withdrew from Chamber even more so after the raid. But the exclaim that came from her mouth made him relieved that at least one of his children were safe and accounted for.
The blood bay spun on his heel and trotted to Siba, nickering to her in reply. He nuzzled her side in reassurance, that she was fine, he was fine, and all else would be fine. <b>”Siba, I’m glad you are safe! Did you get separated from your mother? How are the others from Falls, have they fared well after today’s events?”</b> He knew they had been in Chamber to see him, but who know what had happened since the start of the day and who they had seen. Even if those who resided in the Falls were not his friends, he hoped no one had been injured badly. Another sound came to him then, the distinct sound of a tap-step, tap-step, from just before the summit. There were a few blind horses but only one he knew and really cared for. And sure enough, the head of Siberian appeared before him, and with it the undeniable reaction of Sib determining that Nymph indeed was before him. Nymph called to him too, and Sib had indeed realized Siba was with them as well.
Nymphetamine went to Sib and guided him back to Siba staying by the blind stallion’s side as his eyes. Things had been tense between them in the past year, but they had been working through it. The warning had been a difficult time for the once-necromancer and he had coped poorly. Siberian seemed to have forgiven him after a time but they still held awkward moments between them from time to time. Days like today though, he hoped all the wrinkles in their past would stay away, as it had been too eventful to dwell on. They had to band together, work this out so that they all would come out the other side as unscathed as possible. <b>Siberian, old friend, I’m glad to see you safe after such a trying day! Have you noted any other Chamberlings about? Killdare? Malis? What of Kimber, or the other warriors?</b> The bay wondered if there would be enough Chamberlings left to piece back together. Where was Killdare? What would he want for those he ruled over? Did he wish them to reunite, or would he want to let things go and start over? While he enjoyed the comfort of the mountain, he knew he had to return to the remaining lands below so that he could take action, but he would wait for the conversation to commence first, as they had just been reunited.
</p> <p class="N5_quote">Like a thorn to the Holy Ones</p></div> </div> </center>
The Mountain was like an oasis, a moment in time where he was able feel the way he was used before the insane day they all had. As he stood atop the mount he knew he had to move on, let go of the familiarity of his gifts and rebuild. But he heard rustling behind him and he turned, to the white and bay pintabian form of his daughter, Siba. She had grown so much, and was no longer a little thing who needed her mother or father. Nymhpetamine would welcome conversation with her at any time and aid her should she ask, but she was grown and had made her own way. It had been some since her last visit and Nikita seemed to come less and less as Falls withdrew from Chamber even more so after the raid. But the exclaim that came from her mouth made him relieved that at least one of his children were safe and accounted for.
The blood bay spun on his heel and trotted to Siba, nickering to her in reply. He nuzzled her side in reassurance, that she was fine, he was fine, and all else would be fine. <b>”Siba, I’m glad you are safe! Did you get separated from your mother? How are the others from Falls, have they fared well after today’s events?”</b> He knew they had been in Chamber to see him, but who know what had happened since the start of the day and who they had seen. Even if those who resided in the Falls were not his friends, he hoped no one had been injured badly. Another sound came to him then, the distinct sound of a tap-step, tap-step, from just before the summit. There were a few blind horses but only one he knew and really cared for. And sure enough, the head of Siberian appeared before him, and with it the undeniable reaction of Sib determining that Nymph indeed was before him. Nymph called to him too, and Sib had indeed realized Siba was with them as well.
Nymphetamine went to Sib and guided him back to Siba staying by the blind stallion’s side as his eyes. Things had been tense between them in the past year, but they had been working through it. The warning had been a difficult time for the once-necromancer and he had coped poorly. Siberian seemed to have forgiven him after a time but they still held awkward moments between them from time to time. Days like today though, he hoped all the wrinkles in their past would stay away, as it had been too eventful to dwell on. They had to band together, work this out so that they all would come out the other side as unscathed as possible. <b>Siberian, old friend, I’m glad to see you safe after such a trying day! Have you noted any other Chamberlings about? Killdare? Malis? What of Kimber, or the other warriors?</b> The bay wondered if there would be enough Chamberlings left to piece back together. Where was Killdare? What would he want for those he ruled over? Did he wish them to reunite, or would he want to let things go and start over? While he enjoyed the comfort of the mountain, he knew he had to return to the remaining lands below so that he could take action, but he would wait for the conversation to commence first, as they had just been reunited.
</p> <p class="N5_quote">Like a thorn to the Holy Ones</p></div> </div> </center>
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