05-25-2016, 10:30 PM
PHAEDRUS
This is the first time that he has simply spent time in the Dale. Lounging around with nothing on his mind, and nothing to keep him from enjoying the beauty of the land. Sheba hangs languid in the trees above his head. a tempting fate for a cat. She was becoming quiet as the seasons pass, her zest for life taming as she begins to realize that she has seen all that the world has to offer.
Instead of tugging her tail as he is apt to do when it flicks irritatingly close. He simply creens his neck to the ground tasting the dried greenery. Winter was coming, and his coat was showing it, melting into a thick black matt. No longer glossy and full of luster, it hangs from his body in thick down. It was time to tuck his wings away, to hunker down and remove himself from the frigid feilds in search of new recruits. These were the months that he spent with his herd building relationships, and confidences.
Besra had taken annitiative, and began to talk of joining the Dale, this he couldn't be more pleased about. His chest puffed with pride at just the thought of her and how well she had calculated her moves. Even at the cost of her desires. Vakarian too had mentioned something of the kingdoms, Zaravich already a part of the Dale used his lands just as he intended. For comfort away from home. This he thought upon and mulled it over in in his mind. Yes indeed his herd was proving to be strong. The three of them had appeared to be getting along, and anitiating contact amongst themselves, outside of his probbing.
He smiles to himself before he pulls back to the current state. Now it was time to turn his attention to the kingdom. Maybe he could build strength within its borders as well as outside of it. As much as the herdland was a part of the Dale it was still the kingdom itself that he was dedicated to. He puzzles for a moment. Maybe annitiating some games with the Falls and Amazons would work... he had a few ideas but he wasn't sure if they would be approved of. He would need to seek out Ramiel and Weir to hash the idea's out.
Well there goes his leasurely day, once again he was ready to start moving and find the leaders and his friends in the kingdom. Work just never seemed to end for him. But Phaedrus wasn't one to complain, no the business kept him happy, gave him purpose and a reason to press on.
Instead of tugging her tail as he is apt to do when it flicks irritatingly close. He simply creens his neck to the ground tasting the dried greenery. Winter was coming, and his coat was showing it, melting into a thick black matt. No longer glossy and full of luster, it hangs from his body in thick down. It was time to tuck his wings away, to hunker down and remove himself from the frigid feilds in search of new recruits. These were the months that he spent with his herd building relationships, and confidences.
Besra had taken annitiative, and began to talk of joining the Dale, this he couldn't be more pleased about. His chest puffed with pride at just the thought of her and how well she had calculated her moves. Even at the cost of her desires. Vakarian too had mentioned something of the kingdoms, Zaravich already a part of the Dale used his lands just as he intended. For comfort away from home. This he thought upon and mulled it over in in his mind. Yes indeed his herd was proving to be strong. The three of them had appeared to be getting along, and anitiating contact amongst themselves, outside of his probbing.
He smiles to himself before he pulls back to the current state. Now it was time to turn his attention to the kingdom. Maybe he could build strength within its borders as well as outside of it. As much as the herdland was a part of the Dale it was still the kingdom itself that he was dedicated to. He puzzles for a moment. Maybe annitiating some games with the Falls and Amazons would work... he had a few ideas but he wasn't sure if they would be approved of. He would need to seek out Ramiel and Weir to hash the idea's out.
Well there goes his leasurely day, once again he was ready to start moving and find the leaders and his friends in the kingdom. Work just never seemed to end for him. But Phaedrus wasn't one to complain, no the business kept him happy, gave him purpose and a reason to press on.
i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must
@[Ramiel]
@[Weir]