04-06-2020, 07:30 PM
slowly moving
ahead
ahead
Melitusa had been a restricting cage; a place filled with rules and regulations that constricted around ones throat until they had had no other option but to submit. However, Melitusa had been a place where there had been some semblance of structure for him. He had had a set schedule — grueling and exhausting, yes, but a schedule nonetheless. He would rise each new day with the knowledge that certain tasks would be laid out before him, and at the end of each day, he knew he would be going to that small little place of refuge he'd found.
But here? There was nothing like that here.
He'd spent the months simple floating, sequestering himself away from all that might be prone to interacting with him. It had not been his original plan; the plan had been to learn all he could, integrate himself into some place and see what this land might have to offer when it came to a tortured, tattered being like him.
But instead, he'd drifted without care. Even then, though, he had heard of some of the happenings in the land, one of which concerned the recent destruction in a territory that was in a kingdom past Loess. He'd never been in that direction, sticking to the more common areas as he had, but he had still been able to hear of it.
Now, however, he had made his way from there and back to the by now familiar lands of Loess. He was still not one of her people, and he knew nothing of what has occurred concerning her inner workings, so this is why he is searching for one that is not currently there. She hasn't been for some time now.
Perhaps, had he known, he would not have gone through the forest and would have instead gone the opposite direction. He never had a place in the life of Ocean beyond a mere acquaintanceship though, and so he had gone to the only place he knew her to be. Believing that he had left ample time between their last meeting for her to have grown accustomed to raising her child, while also hoping enough time had passed that he wouldn't intrude on the life she already had before they met.
He remembered the gully which he had been given the privilege of being shown. It was the place she had told him she would mainly be around, and since he hadn't seen her in some time it was the last place he knew to go.
With the summer sun keeping him company, he came upon the hidden away pond and willow, the water-level appearing to be lower than what he remembered. It's a simple detail and as he comes to stop, surrounded by sandstone walls, he knows that it's been some time since another has been here. Not unexpected, but he admits he had hoped it would have been easier.
Life rarely was, though.
His shakes out his wearied muscles, his eyes drifting around the area as he then moves to see if he might possibly glean anything from what was around. He highly doubted it, and more than likely he would have to leave here with the knowledge that he'd have to come to see the winged mare another time. He didn't mind that, but he also knows he would have preferred to see her now than later.
He doesn't look for long, not since he is highly aware of the day and knows it would be best for him to find his way out of the borders before nightfall. He was unbound and unchained, and he did not want to be found here and have someone believe he was causing trouble. Which, to him, was a hilarious thing to believe he might be up to. He never caused trouble.
He hummed, disappointment but also acceptance coating the single note as he uselessly dug a hoof into the ground. That was that then.
An ear twitched backward and he began to turn away from the image of the willow that he had remembered well enough. The only option was to head back towards the common lands. It was as he turned though that Soran suddenly realized he was not the only one present. His ears flickered to attention as his expression showed a mix of surprise and interest as his eyes fell upon the brightly colored coat of the child he now looked at.
His movements stopped, and the smile he had always presented any child with instantly appeared on his face. It was kind, welcoming, and showed that he was far from a threat. Although, he didn't know how the younger one would react to his scarring. "Hello there," he greeted warmly as he relaxed his stance, "Who might you be?"
Speech
@[Alcinder]
But here? There was nothing like that here.
He'd spent the months simple floating, sequestering himself away from all that might be prone to interacting with him. It had not been his original plan; the plan had been to learn all he could, integrate himself into some place and see what this land might have to offer when it came to a tortured, tattered being like him.
But instead, he'd drifted without care. Even then, though, he had heard of some of the happenings in the land, one of which concerned the recent destruction in a territory that was in a kingdom past Loess. He'd never been in that direction, sticking to the more common areas as he had, but he had still been able to hear of it.
Now, however, he had made his way from there and back to the by now familiar lands of Loess. He was still not one of her people, and he knew nothing of what has occurred concerning her inner workings, so this is why he is searching for one that is not currently there. She hasn't been for some time now.
Perhaps, had he known, he would not have gone through the forest and would have instead gone the opposite direction. He never had a place in the life of Ocean beyond a mere acquaintanceship though, and so he had gone to the only place he knew her to be. Believing that he had left ample time between their last meeting for her to have grown accustomed to raising her child, while also hoping enough time had passed that he wouldn't intrude on the life she already had before they met.
He remembered the gully which he had been given the privilege of being shown. It was the place she had told him she would mainly be around, and since he hadn't seen her in some time it was the last place he knew to go.
With the summer sun keeping him company, he came upon the hidden away pond and willow, the water-level appearing to be lower than what he remembered. It's a simple detail and as he comes to stop, surrounded by sandstone walls, he knows that it's been some time since another has been here. Not unexpected, but he admits he had hoped it would have been easier.
Life rarely was, though.
His shakes out his wearied muscles, his eyes drifting around the area as he then moves to see if he might possibly glean anything from what was around. He highly doubted it, and more than likely he would have to leave here with the knowledge that he'd have to come to see the winged mare another time. He didn't mind that, but he also knows he would have preferred to see her now than later.
He doesn't look for long, not since he is highly aware of the day and knows it would be best for him to find his way out of the borders before nightfall. He was unbound and unchained, and he did not want to be found here and have someone believe he was causing trouble. Which, to him, was a hilarious thing to believe he might be up to. He never caused trouble.
He hummed, disappointment but also acceptance coating the single note as he uselessly dug a hoof into the ground. That was that then.
An ear twitched backward and he began to turn away from the image of the willow that he had remembered well enough. The only option was to head back towards the common lands. It was as he turned though that Soran suddenly realized he was not the only one present. His ears flickered to attention as his expression showed a mix of surprise and interest as his eyes fell upon the brightly colored coat of the child he now looked at.
His movements stopped, and the smile he had always presented any child with instantly appeared on his face. It was kind, welcoming, and showed that he was far from a threat. Although, he didn't know how the younger one would react to his scarring. "Hello there," he greeted warmly as he relaxed his stance, "Who might you be?"
@[Alcinder]
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