04-05-2018, 07:07 PM
The mind reading started in small spurts when the man was a child, the spurts only growing larger and more sporadically placed with age. It quickly became known to him however that this little party trick would never be something he could control, no matter how hard he tried. So when portions of the boy's thoughts filter through the bloody stallion's mind it is a fight to surpress the rising chuckle that burns gaily in his chest. What on God's earth would posses him to hurt a child? Despite what the boy wanted to be (a man, though how could he hardly be?) his gangly bodice and rushed mind gave him away quickly. Tyrinn offered the stallion a friendly gaze, he saw no harm in the golden warriors pale gaze and so he stays relaxed and allows him to speak.
When his own voice finds steady ground after days of silence, It is strange though not entirely as foreign as his body felt. Instead it gave new meaning to its words, a stronger, more alone meaning. This was it, this was his chance to make his own life. He could listen to whatever Trekori would say next, or he could simply ignore him and move on. (What on earth would he do?)
"Pleasure to meet you Trekori, I am Tyrinn."
His decision was made.
"Why thank you, I find it has suited me well,"
He continues replying softly to the comment on his own appearance. It always happened to come up, and there was that chuckle only lacking baritone (oh but the mirth behind it made up for the sound). It was a pleasant enough laugh, one that couldn't annoy or distract, it was calming and soft. An interesting sound indeed.
He realizes then that he had yet to answer the stallion's question. Did he have any right to claim his homeland was Beqanna and not the stone beaches of the after life? The smile faltered but too quickly to be easily noticed (-this is not to say that if one were looking closely enough he could not see it, for Tyrinn was sure they could-)
"I suppose you could say that."
Tyrinn muses, his milky red tail swishing dutifully at the summer flies. Beyond them the day was pleasant, a soft storm began to church in the south but it barely affected the safe haven of the field. Tyrinn grins despite himself.
"Do you reside here as well?"
He uses 'here' as an umbrella term for the entirety of Beqanna, God strike him if he was slightly curious! He was new to socializing and the strange happiness it brought to him spurred more words from his lips than had been spoken in years!
@[Trekori]
When his own voice finds steady ground after days of silence, It is strange though not entirely as foreign as his body felt. Instead it gave new meaning to its words, a stronger, more alone meaning. This was it, this was his chance to make his own life. He could listen to whatever Trekori would say next, or he could simply ignore him and move on. (What on earth would he do?)
"Pleasure to meet you Trekori, I am Tyrinn."
His decision was made.
"Why thank you, I find it has suited me well,"
He continues replying softly to the comment on his own appearance. It always happened to come up, and there was that chuckle only lacking baritone (oh but the mirth behind it made up for the sound). It was a pleasant enough laugh, one that couldn't annoy or distract, it was calming and soft. An interesting sound indeed.
He realizes then that he had yet to answer the stallion's question. Did he have any right to claim his homeland was Beqanna and not the stone beaches of the after life? The smile faltered but too quickly to be easily noticed (-this is not to say that if one were looking closely enough he could not see it, for Tyrinn was sure they could-)
"I suppose you could say that."
Tyrinn muses, his milky red tail swishing dutifully at the summer flies. Beyond them the day was pleasant, a soft storm began to church in the south but it barely affected the safe haven of the field. Tyrinn grins despite himself.
"Do you reside here as well?"
He uses 'here' as an umbrella term for the entirety of Beqanna, God strike him if he was slightly curious! He was new to socializing and the strange happiness it brought to him spurred more words from his lips than had been spoken in years!
@[Trekori]