[open] A Rose in the Rain [ANY/ALL]

[magnus]

— find what you love and let it kill you —

Magnus day had once again picked up a certain routine, a certain stability.

Once again, he’d dove head-first into work. He had begun venturing to the surrounding lands (kingdoms? it seemed strange to call them something else) to begin talks of peace and treaties. He was active in greeting those who ventured into his lush, sulfuric home. He guarded those who continued to call Tephra their own as they slept and, most of all, he left her to her inhabitants and ventured to the field. Day in and day out, he made his way back here to find those who were looking for a place to rest their head.

Some days, it was fruitless and he simply wandered a barren land, his gold-flecked eyes washing over a land stripped clean of newcomers. Other days though, other days, he was able to find lost souls, returning horses, and those who had stumbled fresh upon Beqanna’s shores. This never failed to send a thrill through him. He loved nothing more than meeting new horses and helping guide them to the next chapter.

Today though was different, and he certainly did not miss the irony in the situation.

When his eyes lighted upon Nymphetamine, he could not stop the chuckle that sounded in his throat. It seemed the pair of them were forever destined to cross paths in the Field. Perhaps this time, the end result would not be so ill-fated. Humored, he made his way toward Nymph, unsurprised when the mare beat him there. He came to a stop, nodding toward Marlyn. “Hello, Maryln, it’s a pleasure. My name is Magnus.”

He then turned toward the bay stallion, humor sparking in his eyes, lips pulling into his roguish, crooked smile. “Fancy seeing you here, Nymph.” He paused a beat, considering saying more and then deciding against it. He was sure the stallion had his reasons, and he wouldn’t push him for it. At least this time, he hadn’t found out the stallion was actually a double agent. They were making progress, it would seem.

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