09-04-2016, 05:14 PM
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<i>”Taken, then.”</i> amended Romek easily, looking about him warily. He had thought that he had been all over Beqanna, but he did not recognise this place. It could not have been an unfamiliar kingdom, either, for it didn’t smell like anything in particular… Just dry, thin mountain air that rubbed on his throat. His gaze lands again on the red stallion in front of him, and he narrows his yellow eyes.
<i>”Rodrik, you’re Rodrik. We met briefly. I’m Romek.”</i> in truth, he could not even remember the circumstance of their meeting, other than it might have involved water, and it was in the Meadow. It seemed so long ago, like a distant dream separated by at least two dawns. It was a lifetime ago, in a different age, a different era, when the Deserts still existed.
<i>”This is Beqanna.”</i> he says resolutely. <i>”I am sure of it. But I don’t know whereabouts we are. It is not familiar to me.”</i> he pauses. <i>”We got here by magic, didn’t we. There’s no other way that it could’ve happened.”</i>
</div><div class="skyispretty">fuck all your dreams, they’re not all they seem</div></div></div></center>
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<i>”Rodrik, you’re Rodrik. We met briefly. I’m Romek.”</i> in truth, he could not even remember the circumstance of their meeting, other than it might have involved water, and it was in the Meadow. It seemed so long ago, like a distant dream separated by at least two dawns. It was a lifetime ago, in a different age, a different era, when the Deserts still existed.
<i>”This is Beqanna.”</i> he says resolutely. <i>”I am sure of it. But I don’t know whereabouts we are. It is not familiar to me.”</i> he pauses. <i>”We got here by magic, didn’t we. There’s no other way that it could’ve happened.”</i>
</div><div class="skyispretty">fuck all your dreams, they’re not all they seem</div></div></div></center>