[open] come on skinny love just last the year

[magnus]

— find what you love and let it kill you —

Old habits are hard to break.

Magnus had spent so many years rising before the sun, awakening with the fog, and finding his way to the field. it was just part of who he was, and while it had started as something to help his kingdom grow, it had turned into a way for him to help people, and he had loved it for that. He had loved the opportunity to shepherd souls to their next home or next purpose; even if the meant a home that wasn’t with him. There was plenty of times where he had helped someone find a home that wasn’t the Gates. Because if it wasn’t going to suit them, and they were not going to be happy there, then what was the point of it all?

So it wasn't surprising that he had started his day here, the fog still settling around them, the morning sun weakly filtering around them. He loved this part of the day, when there was still possibilities everywhere. Even now, with their entire world ripped apart and the aftershocks still being felt, he could not deny that he felt a tinge of purpose in his heart. There were so many others that he could help. He just had to find them and then, perhaps a little bit more difficultly, find a home where he would be able to keep them safe.

The field was noticeably quieter than it had been in previous weeks, but there was a gray mare grazing in the distance. She looked so calm, so at peace, that Magnus had to wonder if she had been here when the lands had cracked. The truth of the matter was that he had been so wrapped up in his own reality that he had not stopped to think about what this would mean for new people coming to Beqanna.

He walked closer, “Hello there!” His smiled lifted crookedly in one corner. “How are you doing?”

magnus