the darkest nights produce the brightest stars
Fennick is not much of a recruiter. He is aware of this, but perseveres anyway. Should evidence come to him that suggests he is doing more harm than good, he will throw in the towel. Luckily, no such evidence had arrived. Still, he is more suited to the spilling of blood and knows it well enough. However, the spilling of blood didn’t result in growth, just destruction and death. It had its own kind of glory, but it wasn’t what the Valley needed.
One day, when his kingdom is stronger, perhaps it will be just the thing. On that day, Fennick will find himself more useful. Though not particularly enthusiastic. Battle was one of the few things he did well, but that didn’t necessarily mean he enjoyed it.
Life was ironic, and a little cruel. But, like recruiting, he persevered. We all do what we have to. He still found it strange, some days, what he decided was necessary. One day he had been a drifter, and the next he had not. Certainly, things had been easier when he was adrift. Yet, for some reason, Fennick would not go back to that life. Though he couldn’t exactly say why, this life suited him rather well.
Unlike recruiting.
The stallion grimaced. The process was difficult, even for those with a silver tongue. Fennick had no such thing, so for him it was harder. Yet, when he saw a likely looking figure he wouldn’t hesitate. That is how he came upon Magnus. It was lucky that Fennick was young, for had he known about his find’s history, he probably wouldn’t have approached. He probably would have held his tongue, and bowed to greater experience. Yet, to his eyes, all he saw was an abled bodied man, a solider type perhaps, who needed something to do. Fennick was confident that he could offer the man something to do, so he only hesitated a moment before he ambled over. Fennick stopped in front of the man, his large black body towering above his lying figure, effectively blocking out the sun.
“Hello.” Fennick said a little tentatively, for he wasn’t that good with words. Bravely, he persevered.
“Pardon me for saying so, but it looks like you could use something to do.” Well it was true. Fennick paused for a moment, briefly wondering if that was the sort of thing you didn’t say to random strangers. In an attempt to soften his blunt words, he continued.
“I’m Fennick.” There, friendly was certainly achieved. Even the most discerning would have to admit that it almost seemed like he knew what he was doing. Keep this up, and he may just make a diplomat out of himself yet. There are still dreams left to be had.