immortality has its moments

[Gabbar]

He gives a soft chuckle as she smoothes over his assertation of the Field. "No, you're right. Not so monotonous as some." he agrees settling into her companionship.
 
His next question seems to pique her curiosity and she inquires about his knowledge of her homeland- the Dale as he'd assumed. "I used to, but time has a way of changing what we thought we knew." he offers honestly, with a nonchalant shrug of broad shoulders. "I was born there, weaned in the Chamber, and wandering ever since." he adds by way of explanation. He leaves out that he'd had a mother who hated the idea of him, who'd beaten him physically, psychologically, and spiritually. The mother who had left him by an old pine, promising she'd return, leaving him waiting for days until thirst and hunger had driven him on. He'd been barely four months old at the time. Almost hadn't survived. His eyes grow hard and distant as he remembers without joy.
 
He is slowly returning from memory, so engrossed was he that he'd heard no other approach, and is startled when suddenly there is another mottled and odd body before him. She'd appeared out of thin air, a gory, picturesque sort of woman. Odd, to say the least. His ears fold backwards, front feet coming out to stamp the ground at the sudden startling intrusion. Big eyes blink back at him, staring drolly into the pit of his nonexistent soul, and he quiets, realizing it's just another of Beqanna's tricks. His ears return to a neutral state, catching the greeting that is rather wildly thrown at him. Shaya. And she was here to offer him a home at the Chamber...ironic.
 
He addresses the mottled mare now, always wary of Chamberfolk, but not altogether uninterested. "Who rules now?" he probes, regarding her intently. Of course, he's curious of the Dale, too. But he's learned to be more wary of the Chamber, and their leaders. Crazies, the lot of them...much like him, though he'd never admit it.
 
"Who heads the Dale? he asks to Elysteria in turn. He had much catching up to do.   

Gabbar

Immortality has its moments