05-26-2018, 07:34 AM
Leilan
Your beauty is beyond compare -
oh, if I could hear but one song from you
I shall hail thee Queen of Birds...
oh, if I could hear but one song from you
I shall hail thee Queen of Birds...
Chance encounters are all that it takes, sometimes; suddenly he knows more horses, presumably future friends if he encounters them once or twice more in the near future. He's so glad to not be a prisoner any longer; sitting still in one place never was his thing.
That may be the only trouble he has with Ischia, after all. The island is so secluded, him having to swim the distance to reach the mainland or just be patient enough to wait for lower tide (obviously he almost always chooses the swimming option). Today he finds himself striding through a former kingdom, on his way to the next chance encounter, or perhaps the next family or friendly visit. He's not sure yet what he will do next.
Another chance encounter then - a sooty buckskin in the distance. He does not smell of any kingdom; in fact he doesn't smell like many other common lands at all either. He seems to be staring at the treeline that the gold-streaked bay roan appears from. Perhaps he's already seen him, because the mane and tail reflect the moonlight where it falls upon him. He could not hide if he wanted to, but lucky for Leilan, he never wants to hide from anyone. Maybe just except when he was escaping Loess a few weeks ago.
When he reaches the clearing that the creek creates, he nods to his new friend (they always turn out to be his friends, after enough time). "Good night, fellow wanderer."
That may be the only trouble he has with Ischia, after all. The island is so secluded, him having to swim the distance to reach the mainland or just be patient enough to wait for lower tide (obviously he almost always chooses the swimming option). Today he finds himself striding through a former kingdom, on his way to the next chance encounter, or perhaps the next family or friendly visit. He's not sure yet what he will do next.
Another chance encounter then - a sooty buckskin in the distance. He does not smell of any kingdom; in fact he doesn't smell like many other common lands at all either. He seems to be staring at the treeline that the gold-streaked bay roan appears from. Perhaps he's already seen him, because the mane and tail reflect the moonlight where it falls upon him. He could not hide if he wanted to, but lucky for Leilan, he never wants to hide from anyone. Maybe just except when he was escaping Loess a few weeks ago.
When he reaches the clearing that the creek creates, he nods to his new friend (they always turn out to be his friends, after enough time). "Good night, fellow wanderer."
there's something here that doesn't make sense
let's go and poke it with a stick
let's go and poke it with a stick
@[Tymber]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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