Malik
10-26-2022, 07:07 AM
The mystery of her arrival is intriguing, and Malik’s dark ears prick forward from the angle of his black mane. In his experience, inexplicable happenings were often the work of magic. Had she been brought here by magic, he wonders? She describes the beautiful land where she’d arrived, and he suspects it is the River.
Even as she tells him she is without family or even memory of where she’d been before, she is smiling. Malik, despite his usual composure, cannot help but smile back. Her joy is contagious it seems, even for the typically morose young stallion.
She steps closer, which he is comfortable with, and then asks for a tour.
He’s never shown anyone around the Pampas before. They’d all arrived at roughly the same time, fleeing the destruction of the rest of Beqanna, and had learned the place together. But he has shown others around Hyaline before it had sunk, and he is confident that he can do the same here, even if the place is not quite as dear to his heart as his homeland.
“I can,” he answers, and then: “I will.”
He takes a few steps forward, then glances over his shoulder (and the faint outline of his light wings) to see if she is following. “The grazing is pretty good everywhere, but is best down near the water this time of year. I’ll show you the stream first?” Though he asks, he is already leading, and trying to remember what else she’d asked in her merry spate of questions.
“I don’t do much of anything, though I suppose I should. This land isn’t quite like the old kingdoms, with tasks and jobs, but I suppose it could be eventually. I’ve been…” he pauses, unsure how to delicately bring up the fact that one of his sisters is missing and he does sometimes look for her in the lands that remain. “Distracted, I suppose. By my own thoughts.”
@Paj Sia
Even as she tells him she is without family or even memory of where she’d been before, she is smiling. Malik, despite his usual composure, cannot help but smile back. Her joy is contagious it seems, even for the typically morose young stallion.
She steps closer, which he is comfortable with, and then asks for a tour.
He’s never shown anyone around the Pampas before. They’d all arrived at roughly the same time, fleeing the destruction of the rest of Beqanna, and had learned the place together. But he has shown others around Hyaline before it had sunk, and he is confident that he can do the same here, even if the place is not quite as dear to his heart as his homeland.
“I can,” he answers, and then: “I will.”
He takes a few steps forward, then glances over his shoulder (and the faint outline of his light wings) to see if she is following. “The grazing is pretty good everywhere, but is best down near the water this time of year. I’ll show you the stream first?” Though he asks, he is already leading, and trying to remember what else she’d asked in her merry spate of questions.
“I don’t do much of anything, though I suppose I should. This land isn’t quite like the old kingdoms, with tasks and jobs, but I suppose it could be eventually. I’ve been…” he pauses, unsure how to delicately bring up the fact that one of his sisters is missing and he does sometimes look for her in the lands that remain. “Distracted, I suppose. By my own thoughts.”
@Paj Sia