09-13-2016, 06:45 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-13-2016, 11:54 AM by Beqanna Fairy.)
fuck all your dreams; they're not all they seem.
Upon reaching the small glade, the stallion speaks, to thin air (feeling a little stupid, even though he knows that Beqanna is listening). ”I would like my shifting back. I need it to help protect my family, and truthfully, I do not feel whole without it.” it had been his for so long that not being able to do so was hard to get to grips with.
”I know you have already given me so much, and I appreciate that. I understand your anger must run deep, and I apologise for taking your magic…” He remembers when he lived in the Deserts, and had a fancy set of ram horns gifted to him by the land itself, a gift he had not appreciated at the time. He had not wanted anyone to suffer for it, especially not Beqanna itself.
Romek
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