12-11-2018, 09:39 PM
He had left them before he had made it to the Pampas. Chaol had immediately felt uncomfortable being so close to Leliana’s kin without knowing whether or not he would get sick and pass it on to them. So while he had wanted to follow to learn more about this stallion that had broken his poor Lily’s heart, well, he couldn’t do that to the little snake girl. But he had promised to return, promised to find them again some day.
But time had passed and he had stayed away, giving himself more time away from others in case he was sick and time away from others to keep from getting sick.
It has been long enough he thinks, the day the sun shines bright, beaming down onto his purple and magenta coat with warmth. It seemed like it had been only winter just a few turns of the sun ago, when he had found Lily sick in the cold water the the river. And then spring which had went by so quickly he barely remembered it. Warmer days and nights, green tender sprouts of grass. The quiet unfurling of leaves. All things he had taken in and enjoyed in his solitude.
He was done with solitude. He was ready for some company.
He takes to the sky, flying fast and low over the terrain below him. Swooping over the rest of the forest and then the beautiful expanse of blue water until he found the edges of the Pampas. His hooves sinking into the sand when he lands. The breeze over the water and along the edge of it felt wonderful against his warm skin from his exertion. He takes a long slow look from his vantage point and then starts to move towards the river he had seen from above.
He had no doubt that he would run into Adna or Lily or even Vulgaris at some point as he wandered around aimlessly. Fate had a certain way of doing that.
But time had passed and he had stayed away, giving himself more time away from others in case he was sick and time away from others to keep from getting sick.
It has been long enough he thinks, the day the sun shines bright, beaming down onto his purple and magenta coat with warmth. It seemed like it had been only winter just a few turns of the sun ago, when he had found Lily sick in the cold water the the river. And then spring which had went by so quickly he barely remembered it. Warmer days and nights, green tender sprouts of grass. The quiet unfurling of leaves. All things he had taken in and enjoyed in his solitude.
He was done with solitude. He was ready for some company.
He takes to the sky, flying fast and low over the terrain below him. Swooping over the rest of the forest and then the beautiful expanse of blue water until he found the edges of the Pampas. His hooves sinking into the sand when he lands. The breeze over the water and along the edge of it felt wonderful against his warm skin from his exertion. He takes a long slow look from his vantage point and then starts to move towards the river he had seen from above.
He had no doubt that he would run into Adna or Lily or even Vulgaris at some point as he wandered around aimlessly. Fate had a certain way of doing that.