Ravin
12-08-2025, 04:33 PM
Ravin, whose family wears lightning on their skin, has no doubt that a bolt of it might carry magic alongside with the ability to wipe away time and place and memory. The world is full of magic after all, and not even a Moonspeaker can divine where it all comes from - or where it goes.
She thanks him for not running off or biting, which elicits another toothsome smile and a polite incline of his head as if to say: ‘Don’t even mention it.’
At the answer to his question, Ravin’s feathered ears flick forward as he watches her close her eyes, searching for memories. She doesn’t find much, it turns out, only the name of a place that he’s heard of in stories and the fact that everyone was crazy.
Not a world he knows, then, and Ravin’s feathered shoulders lift in a shrug as he offers: “The world is definitely less crazy now.” ‘Boring even’, he almost adds, but that’s probably not the best thing to tell someone without memories. So he does not voice it aloud, but it remains on his mind as he considers his answer to her question of what his own favorite memory is.
“I don’t think I’ve made it yet.” He finally answers, “Not that my other memories haven’t all been pretty good so far, but…” The young stallion trails off, adjusting the protective feathers of his wings before continuing. “Learning to fly was probably the best so far. The world seems so much closer now, so much easier to explore…” He pulls his gaze from the horizon and back to Razaranje. She’d said she was from the Valley, he recalls, a place that no longer exists in this world. Will she want to go looking for it, he wonders, to find her crazy mother? Having finally found someone to talk to, he’s reluctant to share what might be emotional news.
“That’s what I came here for, actually. I was hoping to find someone that isn’t from the Gates. Is your Valley the same Valley where Topsail and Eight lived?”
@Razaranje
She thanks him for not running off or biting, which elicits another toothsome smile and a polite incline of his head as if to say: ‘Don’t even mention it.’
At the answer to his question, Ravin’s feathered ears flick forward as he watches her close her eyes, searching for memories. She doesn’t find much, it turns out, only the name of a place that he’s heard of in stories and the fact that everyone was crazy.
Not a world he knows, then, and Ravin’s feathered shoulders lift in a shrug as he offers: “The world is definitely less crazy now.” ‘Boring even’, he almost adds, but that’s probably not the best thing to tell someone without memories. So he does not voice it aloud, but it remains on his mind as he considers his answer to her question of what his own favorite memory is.
“I don’t think I’ve made it yet.” He finally answers, “Not that my other memories haven’t all been pretty good so far, but…” The young stallion trails off, adjusting the protective feathers of his wings before continuing. “Learning to fly was probably the best so far. The world seems so much closer now, so much easier to explore…” He pulls his gaze from the horizon and back to Razaranje. She’d said she was from the Valley, he recalls, a place that no longer exists in this world. Will she want to go looking for it, he wonders, to find her crazy mother? Having finally found someone to talk to, he’s reluctant to share what might be emotional news.
“That’s what I came here for, actually. I was hoping to find someone that isn’t from the Gates. Is your Valley the same Valley where Topsail and Eight lived?”
@Razaranje