04-16-2015, 12:03 PM
When they are joined by a young colt, Texas turns to inspect the newcomer. It’s the somber boy from the Chamber, and Texas is not at all surprised that Erebor has recruiting under his belt as well as border patrol. Perhaps children these days are better than the children he remembers. This one certainly seems productive, and Texas offers him a small nod of recognition before turning back to the others.
The black mare is introducing herself – Dauntless. She asks Pharoan about the Jungle, and while Texas is tempted to interject that its location is just a little bit closer than hell, he manages to hold his tongue. She seems to think that there is something strange about Erebor, and toher than the child being remarkably well-spoken and polite, Texas doesn’t quite see the oddness.
Perhaps his eyesight is going the way of his immortality.
He does not remember Pharaon from their venture to the Deserts; when Prague is involved he only remembers her. The grey mares describes her kingdom, and Texas adds, “It’s really hot there, actually. Sort of sticky too, right? Real humid?” He asks this of Pharoan, because he knows that it’s true, and can’t imagine anyone every considering a place where one constantly feels as though they are sweating due to the heat and humidity as a ’wonderfully hot. It makes his skin crawl.
“While I don’t have a sisterhood to offer you, I do come from the Falls. We’re looking for new members, if that’s something you’re interested in.” He glances toward Quorra, who hasn’t spoken up yet. The Deserts are also scorchingly hot, but at least they don’t’ have the humidity to deal with. IF Texas had to pick from the options himself, he’d lean toward the Chamber of the Falls, if only because they have comfortable climates.
The black mare is introducing herself – Dauntless. She asks Pharoan about the Jungle, and while Texas is tempted to interject that its location is just a little bit closer than hell, he manages to hold his tongue. She seems to think that there is something strange about Erebor, and toher than the child being remarkably well-spoken and polite, Texas doesn’t quite see the oddness.
Perhaps his eyesight is going the way of his immortality.
He does not remember Pharaon from their venture to the Deserts; when Prague is involved he only remembers her. The grey mares describes her kingdom, and Texas adds, “It’s really hot there, actually. Sort of sticky too, right? Real humid?” He asks this of Pharoan, because he knows that it’s true, and can’t imagine anyone every considering a place where one constantly feels as though they are sweating due to the heat and humidity as a ’wonderfully hot. It makes his skin crawl.
“While I don’t have a sisterhood to offer you, I do come from the Falls. We’re looking for new members, if that’s something you’re interested in.” He glances toward Quorra, who hasn’t spoken up yet. The Deserts are also scorchingly hot, but at least they don’t’ have the humidity to deal with. IF Texas had to pick from the options himself, he’d lean toward the Chamber of the Falls, if only because they have comfortable climates.
T E X A S
immortal silver bay hybrid stallion
king of the falls