Somehow he had managed to lose himself here. Not really metaphorically though, because he is positive he is still the same guy that stared bitterly at that grey sea backdrop atop that dramatic cliff. What a perfect place that had been for an internal monologue too. Even though that was when he had first came here, not much had changed. He still wanted to see that bitch squirm, he still wanted to be something else here, and he still had absolutely no idea where he was.
So no, not metaphorical, he was quite literally - lost.
After he’d crossed paths with that intricately marked, inquisitive woman, he’d shuffled off to presumably somewhere in Beqanna, but still nowhere to the dusky stallion. There’d been others that had taken notice of his solitude and the darkness of his eyes that blended so neatly with the deepness of his mask. But all from a distance. He would flash them a disarming smile and a lazy dip of the head in acknowledgment, but other than that, he’d turn away before they could close the gap. At the time, Finnus had had no interest in idle chit chat and boring small talk.
Nah, he was much more interested in learning the in’s and out’s of the physical place. That and raising questions as to who the loner guy was and why he was smiling at them.
He figured it might be time to put some names to the places that he had haunted for so long. Along the barrier of open field and trees, his movement nonchalant in doing so, his eyes roamed the world around him for some poor soul he could bother.
Cresting a hill, he notices a younger bloke on apparent high alert and without much pause to thought, he looks around him to see if there was something particularly scary behind him that he should be running from. Noticing nothing but his own drowsy shadow, he shrugs before inching closer. “You look friendly,” he drawls with a shallow smile, trying to lighten the mood. Coming to rest with his head lowered slightly and a rear hoof cocked lazily behind him, “Nice day, eh neighbor? Don’t happen to know exactly where we are, do you?”
@[Juice]
So no, not metaphorical, he was quite literally - lost.
After he’d crossed paths with that intricately marked, inquisitive woman, he’d shuffled off to presumably somewhere in Beqanna, but still nowhere to the dusky stallion. There’d been others that had taken notice of his solitude and the darkness of his eyes that blended so neatly with the deepness of his mask. But all from a distance. He would flash them a disarming smile and a lazy dip of the head in acknowledgment, but other than that, he’d turn away before they could close the gap. At the time, Finnus had had no interest in idle chit chat and boring small talk.
Nah, he was much more interested in learning the in’s and out’s of the physical place. That and raising questions as to who the loner guy was and why he was smiling at them.
He figured it might be time to put some names to the places that he had haunted for so long. Along the barrier of open field and trees, his movement nonchalant in doing so, his eyes roamed the world around him for some poor soul he could bother.
Cresting a hill, he notices a younger bloke on apparent high alert and without much pause to thought, he looks around him to see if there was something particularly scary behind him that he should be running from. Noticing nothing but his own drowsy shadow, he shrugs before inching closer. “You look friendly,” he drawls with a shallow smile, trying to lighten the mood. Coming to rest with his head lowered slightly and a rear hoof cocked lazily behind him, “Nice day, eh neighbor? Don’t happen to know exactly where we are, do you?”
@[Juice]