08-19-2019, 05:22 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-19-2019, 05:25 PM by kildare.)
He isn't the brooding type. It isn't his way, at least not usually.
But here he is, a slight frown on his dark maw and his emerald eyes dark with some unknown worry. Well, it's not unknown. It's Astana and he doesn't like the fact that she worries him. It's all wrong that way - she should have just flown away and any thought of her should have followed suit. Instead, Kildare contemplates making a journey to Nerine and finding out for himself what a 'Heartfire' is. From what limited knowledge he has been able to gather, it didn't sound the most promising of starts for the diamond child.
And then he groans wondering why he cares, why he has to care. Just let her be, he thinks. She's old enough to make her own choices. She knows what she's doing.
Perhaps its because he's still young but an image of Malachi appears, silver and stern and foreboding in his memories. Another inward groan and the black colt changes his path, turning away from the northern part of Beqanna and where he longs to go. He wants the wind to whip past him again, wild and unchained. The longing is still there, that ancient call between his blood and the breeze that want to converse again. But for quirky Astana, he puts off his pursuit for another day.
The first step - find out how to get to Nerine.
His green eyes scan the Meadow, looking for a source of information and it is Sidhra they find. He walks a little too assuredly, the almost arrogant stride of a boy who has yet to fully grow up. The mare looks like she is searching for somebody with the way her eyes dance around. He smirks (looking a little too smug) and slows his stride before dipping his dark head, "Hey." His voice rumbles out, clear and demanding while he sneaks a glance at the fairy mare. "I'm looking for Heartfire. Do you know where I can find her?"
@[Sidhra]