Help me out before I drown
Save me now before I give up
There is Oceane, beautiful and vibrant, and his new heart quickens as his one eye falls on her backside. And then there is suddenly a monster in his mind, a frightening creation of 8 legs that seems to have crawled right out of one of Carnage’s living nightmares. For a moment he thinks he is back beneath the Mountain and his hoof catches on a rock, making him stumble slightly. And then it is gone and he is looking once more upon Obscene and Oceane, talking as if nothing is wrong.
The new heart is frantic in his chest, his anxiety rising quickly as his fight or flight kicks into overdrive. He had forgotten the depth of feeling and his panic feels worse without the glass encasing to protect him from such a heavy suffocating sensation. Quickly he glances at the two young mares but they seemed focused on each other, as if nothing is wrong. He cannot fall apart here, not now, and he tries his best to take slow breaths and calm the racing rhythm of his restored pulse. It is a different vision that slips into his mind, one of Oceane’s gentle voice and a soothing touch beneath his jaw.
He is still on edge but not shattered when Cheri brings the attention back towards him and that is a victory in itself. Enough to smile at her warmly and catch what she had said although his muscles are taunt beneath his reddish gold coat and there is a bit of strain to the gold flecks of his eye. Enough to respond to Aela and ask her a question in response. The answer she gives is not one he was expecting and he can’t help but snort, somewhat in amusement and disbelief. A welcome distraction. “Oh?” He asks her, smile still in place. “How is that going?” He’s not particularly impressed or put off by such a statement. It’s also not the first time he had heard such a tactic, Gryffen comes to mind (as well as the white ghosts red eyes) which makes his own gaze flick back to the dark stallion with such similar vision.
Both rulers have stepped away from their little group now and he halts besides the two girls although his gaze still lingers on their retreating backs. “I’ve never seen someone like him before.” He admits, thinking of the glittering gold and long strange ears but then realizing that’s not true. He does look familiar. Offspring had not come to mind instantly but he does look so similar to the Tephra Overseer he had once served that he’s surprised it hadn’t come to him sooner. The last kingdom and monarch he had served before falling from grace. But Offspring had been black as night, not a speck of gold on the man who could wield fire like a blade, and his ears had been as normal as his own. “What is he?”
Ledger
@[Cheri]
@[Aela]
@[Oceane] - Are you proud of me Patrick?
