04-07-2016, 01:17 PM
He doesn’t know the extent of the mare’s hyper nature, of course. There are few with personalities like hers’ that choose to reside within the mountain lands. Perhaps she won’t enjoy the silence as much as the rest of the kingdom does. Maybe she will grow bored of their stretches of quiet and find another swath of soft grass to rest her feet on at night. Or perhaps it is exactly her exuberance that the Dale needs these days. Recovering from a multi-kingdom war will not be easy or happen overnight; they all need to heal, and forging ahead with as much joy and positivity as one can muster will surely expedite the process.
Yes, he thinks Zaravich will fit right into their small family.
“Weir is quite the character all right.” Ramiel’s mouth curves as he imagines the red roan leading the newest mare around, showing her the sights and teaching her about every bit of flora and fauna they come across. He is surprised Zaravich has not excused herself from the conversation in order to recover. Instead, she seems to want more information on the snow-man. Ramiel is more than happy to oblige her curiosity. “He is a man of endless knowledge and talents both. Darwin is actually his soul in visible form.” The ghost-king pauses, gauging her reaction to see if she is receptive enough to the idea for him to continue. When she doesn’t snort or take off for the border, he assumes it is safe for him to explain further.
“When one commits to the Dale, they become full-fledged members and are able to see their own souls in our sacred springs up in the mountains. Once you drink from the pools, your spirit appears and can emerge from the water.” Ramiel glances at the black woman’s face briefly, wondering what she thinks of the magic, wondering if she believes him. He is certain it must sound strange to those who hail from the outside lands. Would he believe her, if their positions were reversed? “If you choose to stay, it would be my honor to take you to the springs myself, if it is something you are interested in.”
At that moment, Ramiel’s own spirit flies overhead. Its’ V shape cuts through the air but doesn’t send a shadow racing along the ground. The spirit-vulture descends and lands on the stallion’s back with practiced ease. He doesn’t feel the dig of non-corporeal talons on his back, but its presence is felt regardless. Zaravich confirms that she will stay, and Ramiel’s smile grows again. “I’m so glad to hear that. The Dale will be fortunate to have both of you, come spring.” His golden eyes find her swollen belly pointedly before he looks back at the mother-to-be. “We have two castes here. You may join the peace caste and become a diplomat, where the focus is on negotiations within and outside of the kingdom. Or you may join the army, where your responsibilities include defending our home and its people in times of crisis. Or you can join both. Are you drawn to either of these duties?”
Yes, he thinks Zaravich will fit right into their small family.
“Weir is quite the character all right.” Ramiel’s mouth curves as he imagines the red roan leading the newest mare around, showing her the sights and teaching her about every bit of flora and fauna they come across. He is surprised Zaravich has not excused herself from the conversation in order to recover. Instead, she seems to want more information on the snow-man. Ramiel is more than happy to oblige her curiosity. “He is a man of endless knowledge and talents both. Darwin is actually his soul in visible form.” The ghost-king pauses, gauging her reaction to see if she is receptive enough to the idea for him to continue. When she doesn’t snort or take off for the border, he assumes it is safe for him to explain further.
“When one commits to the Dale, they become full-fledged members and are able to see their own souls in our sacred springs up in the mountains. Once you drink from the pools, your spirit appears and can emerge from the water.” Ramiel glances at the black woman’s face briefly, wondering what she thinks of the magic, wondering if she believes him. He is certain it must sound strange to those who hail from the outside lands. Would he believe her, if their positions were reversed? “If you choose to stay, it would be my honor to take you to the springs myself, if it is something you are interested in.”
At that moment, Ramiel’s own spirit flies overhead. Its’ V shape cuts through the air but doesn’t send a shadow racing along the ground. The spirit-vulture descends and lands on the stallion’s back with practiced ease. He doesn’t feel the dig of non-corporeal talons on his back, but its presence is felt regardless. Zaravich confirms that she will stay, and Ramiel’s smile grows again. “I’m so glad to hear that. The Dale will be fortunate to have both of you, come spring.” His golden eyes find her swollen belly pointedly before he looks back at the mother-to-be. “We have two castes here. You may join the peace caste and become a diplomat, where the focus is on negotiations within and outside of the kingdom. Or you may join the army, where your responsibilities include defending our home and its people in times of crisis. Or you can join both. Are you drawn to either of these duties?”
R A M I E L
this is a man pulling at his iron chains