03-30-2017, 10:18 AM
My heart saw the things my eyes couldn't see
He’s late. But Fox rather lives in his own time, a drummer to his own beat. Still, Tephra is his home, and so these kinds of things matter to him. He is so often out and about, meeting new horses and investigating those parts of Beqanna he is still not completely familiar with, that it is no surprise he does not hear of the meeting, the summons, until far later than he probably should have.
Still, he skips merrily along, skirting the the thin rivulets of lava that occasionally cross his path until he reaches the place Magnus had called them to meet. He is young yet, knowing little of governance or the nuances of peace and war. But his agile mind seeks to learn, his curiosity knowing no bounds.
And he has found he rather has a way with other horses. He had decided (quite recently, actually) that he would make a rather fine diplomat. Perhaps there is a touch of arrogance in that thought, that decision, considering he has never been on a true diplomatic mission. But it is the folly of the young, to think so, before the world teaches them otherwise. And Fox certainly is no different from so many other young boys.
With a wide grin for the group of gathered horses, he settles himself right in, as though he is not abominably late. Coppery ears pricked forward, he remains silent as he follows the conversation, attempting to gather what he can in order to ascertain what he had missed. It does not take him long to gather that Magnus has just handed the reins of the kingdom over the Lucrezia.
A change of leadership! How very fascinating. And quite fortuitous that he can be present for such a thing. ”Oh, how thrilling!” His voice is bright as he offers their new leader a beaming smile. ”You’ll do a fantastic job, I’m sure.” Ever the optimist, is our Fox. ”I’d love to help in any way I can,” he continues without preamble, inserting himself squarely into the midst of the action. ”Actually, I’d rather love to visit other kingdoms. I like meeting new horses, so many fascinating things to learn. I know you’ve been doing it a while, and I’d totally love to learn.”
In all this excitement, he completely forgets to introduce himself. Poor Fox, so much to learn. Though he has no doubt become a common sight, given that he had been born here and making a regular pest of himself, he seems to have trouble remembering even the simplest courtesies.
Still, he skips merrily along, skirting the the thin rivulets of lava that occasionally cross his path until he reaches the place Magnus had called them to meet. He is young yet, knowing little of governance or the nuances of peace and war. But his agile mind seeks to learn, his curiosity knowing no bounds.
And he has found he rather has a way with other horses. He had decided (quite recently, actually) that he would make a rather fine diplomat. Perhaps there is a touch of arrogance in that thought, that decision, considering he has never been on a true diplomatic mission. But it is the folly of the young, to think so, before the world teaches them otherwise. And Fox certainly is no different from so many other young boys.
With a wide grin for the group of gathered horses, he settles himself right in, as though he is not abominably late. Coppery ears pricked forward, he remains silent as he follows the conversation, attempting to gather what he can in order to ascertain what he had missed. It does not take him long to gather that Magnus has just handed the reins of the kingdom over the Lucrezia.
A change of leadership! How very fascinating. And quite fortuitous that he can be present for such a thing. ”Oh, how thrilling!” His voice is bright as he offers their new leader a beaming smile. ”You’ll do a fantastic job, I’m sure.” Ever the optimist, is our Fox. ”I’d love to help in any way I can,” he continues without preamble, inserting himself squarely into the midst of the action. ”Actually, I’d rather love to visit other kingdoms. I like meeting new horses, so many fascinating things to learn. I know you’ve been doing it a while, and I’d totally love to learn.”
In all this excitement, he completely forgets to introduce himself. Poor Fox, so much to learn. Though he has no doubt become a common sight, given that he had been born here and making a regular pest of himself, he seems to have trouble remembering even the simplest courtesies.
Fox
