♦ Fynnegan ♦
I can't say a journey ever went so quickly, Weir and I laughed the entire time. The paths were effortless due to the distraction of good laughs and intellectual debate. Before I realize be recently crowned giant stopped at the threshold of a kingdom. I realize this is not the Dale, but rather a side stop, and Weir as stilled, a quiet look on his eyes- serious even. I don't move on, I look to my tour guide to determine our next action. I pause curious as to why he looks down at me to serious and stern-- almost fatherly-- even though he is only a few years older. Weir gives me a talk about boarders, and fleeing- if something went wrong- even if it meant leaving him. I frown at him- I may be small new, and officially unaligned with his kingdom, but I am not one to leave friends behind. I am always shocked at how my companion seems to read my mind 'cause I want to tell him I will never just run off and leave him to fight off an entire kingdom when he tell me he "won't hear anything of it." I snort at him, letting my disagreement fall to the side with a nod of approval. Though if something did go wrong- I'll stay.
With that Weir calls for the people of this place to appear and we wait. Not long- no not long at all. I see a little thing, like me approaching but, the being is young- not small. Oh, no, there is a difference young is young and will grow... and small is simply small- like me. I am small but I do not look like a yearling or foal, no, no. I am just pint sized. My head, when held high, hits Weir's upper shoulder, just below the whither; my spine along Weirs lower barrel. I am no teeny tiny horse, but I am small. Small-- and definitely no foal. Oh... lord I'm off on an internal tangent, again. I focus back on the young being, a filly. I see her look from the bay and white flecked lad then to me, curious- and I think she wants to look strong- independent, but she doesn't quite know how. Her eyes look at me and speak of my smallness. I snort in an annoyed reply. I know I am small sweetheart. I wish people saw more than my size in greeting. I smile in politeness, swallowing my unpleasant emotions- I am a guest after all.
And you are obervant, lass. I am a Falabella- just a small horse. I am told others like me used to be much more common around Bequanna. Interesting, no?
I look up at Weir- looking for confirmation or, maybe I had the fact wrong, but I didn't want to speak on things I didn't know about completely. Well, either way- he knew more of the world than the little smoke filly did. I look back to catch her reactions and notice she is acting smaller. I shake my head slightly- my annoyance gone.. I just have a short fuse sometimes, and I smile at the little filly.
Now, now. You can't learn if you don't ask, and to not ask is to accept being.....
I stop as a larger horse steps in welcoming us to The Gates. Ahhh, so that is where we are! Pa used to live here. How fun! I am finally able to see this place in person. I nod to the big guy, in greeting as he introduces himself. I shall do the same I think, yes. I shall not wait for Weir, no no, he is a great companion but not my voice. I am new but we are equally guests here- so I doubt he will mind.
Pleasure Magnus. I am Fynnegan, and my companion is Weir. Weir is taking me to see the Dale, but wanted to stop here first, he had a question for you, your kingdom. I must say, this place is lovely and I think it would be an honor to see it more closely. My Pa used to be a diplomate here in Gates. Thought it was long ago, and I believe it was a brief tenure.
I smile at Magnus and look to Weir, giving him the floor. I trot a few steps to move up into the kingdom, next to Magnus, and look to my companion to ask the questions and share information that I was to new to know about. I listen to tidbits, I am curious of what has happened here. My father walked these grounds. How interesting to be doing the same now, yes, this was an honor to be allowed here.
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