heaven bent to take my hand...[any]

[vaughan]

I shall wear no crowns and win no glory

The black floppy eared stallion was nearing the end of his journey to the Chamber and Valley for his cause but the sun was low in the sky and although he enjoyed his home, it was bubbling over with newcomers and his mind had no space to be free. He was not gifted in the means of traits but he, so far, had been thankful enough to remain free of his thoughts and will. He decides he will wait out the night in the Meadow, some place he's never actually gone to. He has no ties to family, at least that of his own and no friendships, so his time in Beqanna was really lived for himself. Occasionally he feels a pang of guilt for being so selfish with it but his loyalty to his Kingdom and King was enough, wasn't it? Thoughts he wishes to bury, for now.


He isn't too far into the meadow when he sees the white mare, her wings made of the earth's crystals; he watches as they gleam light and bounce it around while she makes herself at home - on the ground. He raises a brow to this behavior, though studies it because since the time of birth he has not since buried his feet beneath him to sleep or sunbathe. Vaughan was a simple creature but he had never indulged in the simple pleasures that this mare seemed to relish in - it makes him both envious and joyful, he wonders how that can be.  With cautious steps, something draws him closer to her and he lets a loud snort escape before he gets too close; unbeknownst to him, she likely knew he would approach her before he ever entered the meadow. Vaughan had been taught, engrained that magicians were bad and that if coming face to face with one - kill them or be killed. His mother had a particular hatred for the Amazon magician but Vaughan had yet to meet her or any others. Still yet, here he is. "Are you not worried that you'll be attacked? My home is far too cold to roll around in," he says, the floppy ear twitching as the other swivels to and fro to listen to her replies, "I'm Vaughan."

He isn't certain why now of all times he feels the need to transform from his happy position in his cocoon to a proverbial social butterfly, but he does.

V A U G H A N