04-22-2021, 06:22 AM
Ah yes, he smiles to himself, nodding. She is not native to the magical lands of Beqanna, how wonderful and terrifying for her, he thinks to himself, bending an ear to her soft voice. He chuckles to himself, looking over to her, an almost paternal tone to his voice. “I think anyone should leave behind things that weigh them down, or make them unhappy.” “A river?” he rolls forward onto a walk, big hooves scarring the ground as his picks up to a trot, looking over his shoulder back to the dappled girl. “The River!” he snorts, throwing his head westward, rearing. He starts at a slow canter, held back, waiting for her to catch up. He leads her to the riverside, Beqanna’s great river cuts straight through, and is in its most glorious capacity just to the south of the Meadow. The piece he’s taking her too is still within the Meadow, close by, a shallow lower moving chunk of the river that’s more like a pond with surrounding marsh. It isn’t boggy, but clean, and full of brightly colored carp. Willow trees and alder clusters grow on the banks and tall cat-nine tails line the water’s edges. It is a little hidden oasis. He laughs, “Eirlys.” he says her name, committing it to memory. By now they’ve arrived at the water and he walks in, “Lovely to meet you.” he wades in deeper, to his spackled chest, drinking the water and watching a huge yellow fish swim under his nose. c h e m d o g in absentia luci, tenebrae vincunt |
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