04-11-2016, 12:47 AM
Szeth can’t help but shudder as he looks out across the golden sands, his mind returning to his last visit to the Desert kingdom. He’d been called here on that occasion, called by a foul magician to meet the other members of his family. And oh what a family. There’d been so many of those blasted traited ones. Many of which are likely still here …
Why is he here again?
Szeth shakes his head and steps forward in spite of himself. He might as well investigate the place, now that he’s here. Better to know your enemy after all. And really, it’s better than venturing out into the rest of Beqanna. In the aftermath of the war everyone is on edge … and there are even more of the traited wandering about.
It disgusts him to think of the war. He’d avoided it of course, it would’ve been incredibly foolish to get in the middle of the battle between monsters, but he’d heard of the aftermath. Mass destruction, deaths and countless injuries. All because of the oh-so-special ‘mythicals.’ Why is he the only one that seems to understand how dangerous they are?
His mood sours the more he thinks about the damage the war had done, so much so that he nearly walks into the young filly in the shade of the old oak. “Oh!” Szeth steps back hastily, eying the speckled girl with some caution. He’s happy to see that she’s without adornments, though he knows not to trust to a simple appearance. “Sorry.” His brown eyes glance about, wary of the possibility of a protective mother, but there’s no one else in sight. “Should you be alone out here?”
Why is he here again?
Szeth shakes his head and steps forward in spite of himself. He might as well investigate the place, now that he’s here. Better to know your enemy after all. And really, it’s better than venturing out into the rest of Beqanna. In the aftermath of the war everyone is on edge … and there are even more of the traited wandering about.
It disgusts him to think of the war. He’d avoided it of course, it would’ve been incredibly foolish to get in the middle of the battle between monsters, but he’d heard of the aftermath. Mass destruction, deaths and countless injuries. All because of the oh-so-special ‘mythicals.’ Why is he the only one that seems to understand how dangerous they are?
His mood sours the more he thinks about the damage the war had done, so much so that he nearly walks into the young filly in the shade of the old oak. “Oh!” Szeth steps back hastily, eying the speckled girl with some caution. He’s happy to see that she’s without adornments, though he knows not to trust to a simple appearance. “Sorry.” His brown eyes glance about, wary of the possibility of a protective mother, but there’s no one else in sight. “Should you be alone out here?”