09-05-2016, 11:36 AM
ROMEK
And, of course, the spotted stallion treated Andras like he was one of his own kin. Romek saw a lot of himself in the younger stallion, although perhaps without the bitterness and anxiety which had plagued his own youth. No, Andras was what Romek could’ve been if he had been happy, if he had had someone. And he wanted to help the ex-unicorn out in any way possible – whether that be training, or as an emotional support. He didn’t want him to turn out like himself, after all.
”None of them,” he says, tilting his head. ”Up on the Mountain, the gods, or the fairies, or whoever, saw fit to lend me immortality. Which was just as well, otherwise I’d probably be dead.” He could deal without his shapeshifting and without his sound mimicry, although he makes a mental note to perhaps seen about earning them back later. For now, it’s all about Maribel, and finding a home, and creating some sort of security for them all.
He says he hasn’t been able to find Gyps and Romek surmises that she must be his heart. It’s a sad state of affairs then, with leagues of misplaced lovers scattered across Beqanna.
He realises that the poor mare may be feeling left out of all of this conversation. It would be quite easy to feel like a third wheel, especially as she knew neither of them. And seeing as they had approached her, and not the other way round, they do have a duty to keep her in the loop, and the spotted stallion is ever dutiful. He notes her confused expression, and nods in understanding of her name.
”I shall call you Story then, if it pleases you.” he says. She questions what has happened and he rolls his shoulders easily.
”My home has gone. Vanished completely. It was called the Tundra, and it is no more. And what’s worse, is that this isn’t even the first time this has happened. First of all, it was my Deserts, which the gods or whoever had decided to drown as punishment for quarrelling.” The spotted stallion is barely one for sharing, or chattering, but he finds it comes easily now, that he needed to vent this all. ”I was asleep with my wife and our children when all of a sudden I was taken and dropped into the Mountain. I have found the children, but I cannot find her yet. I also have do not have any use of my former abilities. Which is no big loss, but rather annoying.”
He looks to Andras so that he might add his own story on, or elaborate on any points that he had glossed over, before turning back to Story. ”Did you lose anything?”
”None of them,” he says, tilting his head. ”Up on the Mountain, the gods, or the fairies, or whoever, saw fit to lend me immortality. Which was just as well, otherwise I’d probably be dead.” He could deal without his shapeshifting and without his sound mimicry, although he makes a mental note to perhaps seen about earning them back later. For now, it’s all about Maribel, and finding a home, and creating some sort of security for them all.
He says he hasn’t been able to find Gyps and Romek surmises that she must be his heart. It’s a sad state of affairs then, with leagues of misplaced lovers scattered across Beqanna.
He realises that the poor mare may be feeling left out of all of this conversation. It would be quite easy to feel like a third wheel, especially as she knew neither of them. And seeing as they had approached her, and not the other way round, they do have a duty to keep her in the loop, and the spotted stallion is ever dutiful. He notes her confused expression, and nods in understanding of her name.
”I shall call you Story then, if it pleases you.” he says. She questions what has happened and he rolls his shoulders easily.
”My home has gone. Vanished completely. It was called the Tundra, and it is no more. And what’s worse, is that this isn’t even the first time this has happened. First of all, it was my Deserts, which the gods or whoever had decided to drown as punishment for quarrelling.” The spotted stallion is barely one for sharing, or chattering, but he finds it comes easily now, that he needed to vent this all. ”I was asleep with my wife and our children when all of a sudden I was taken and dropped into the Mountain. I have found the children, but I cannot find her yet. I also have do not have any use of my former abilities. Which is no big loss, but rather annoying.”
He looks to Andras so that he might add his own story on, or elaborate on any points that he had glossed over, before turning back to Story. ”Did you lose anything?”
fuck all your dreams, they’re not all they seem