10-06-2018, 03:31 AM
Leilan
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside
could have so many ragged holes inside
could have so many ragged holes inside
What is he even doing in the Field? He is not entirely sure. Last time he’d just wandered about the place, he met Roseen and, well. Not the greatest day in his life. Sure, at long last she had ended up in a kingdom that probably suited her; but she had ended up there with a kid (his kid) and now she didn’t want to talk to him any more.
He always tells everyone he meets he isn’t a diplomat, and he stands by that decision,
However, the field is closer to home than the meadow. And who knows, perhaps he meets someone worth bringing home. Surely that would surprise Breckin, right? Or would that just tell her that the new recruit has low standards? If so, then he has to pick the best lonely horse the Field has to offer.
Ah, there’s one. She moves a bit too gracefully, as if trying to attract the attention of young stallions. Pink and lavender, she sure has the sights. She maybe knows it too well, though. But hey, perhaps his bronze scales and golden mane can outmatch her, or at least, chase other stallions away for a time being. Less chance for others to snatch her up like a piece of candy.
His cantering hooved bring him forward quickly, and he’s not himself if he wasn’t perhaps making a bit of a show of it. Not that he’s interested in courting another young mare (good grief, everybody knows how that would turn out), but she seems to want to be courted, in a way. He’s just intent on doing it more platonically this time.
”Hey there, lonely-lovely, have you decided yet what you’re going to be? Need help getting there?” he asks - ah, shit, maybe he just can’t help it. Try again. Tone it doen a notch. ”Kingdom-wise, I mean. You seem the ambitious type anyway, to me. I’m Leilan, by the way.” There, much better. Or so he hopes.
He always tells everyone he meets he isn’t a diplomat, and he stands by that decision,
However, the field is closer to home than the meadow. And who knows, perhaps he meets someone worth bringing home. Surely that would surprise Breckin, right? Or would that just tell her that the new recruit has low standards? If so, then he has to pick the best lonely horse the Field has to offer.
Ah, there’s one. She moves a bit too gracefully, as if trying to attract the attention of young stallions. Pink and lavender, she sure has the sights. She maybe knows it too well, though. But hey, perhaps his bronze scales and golden mane can outmatch her, or at least, chase other stallions away for a time being. Less chance for others to snatch her up like a piece of candy.
His cantering hooved bring him forward quickly, and he’s not himself if he wasn’t perhaps making a bit of a show of it. Not that he’s interested in courting another young mare (good grief, everybody knows how that would turn out), but she seems to want to be courted, in a way. He’s just intent on doing it more platonically this time.
”Hey there, lonely-lovely, have you decided yet what you’re going to be? Need help getting there?” he asks - ah, shit, maybe he just can’t help it. Try again. Tone it doen a notch. ”Kingdom-wise, I mean. You seem the ambitious type anyway, to me. I’m Leilan, by the way.” There, much better. Or so he hopes.
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@[peregrine jude]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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