nobody dies a virgin, life fucks us all
This place may not have a slate-blue painted mare with a hypnotic existence, but it did have that jovial fellow. And, Arquus never turned away the opportunity at companionship. It also had plethora of desirable views: the ivory whiteness of sand glistening in the distance with a never-ending cobalt blue that reached beyond his sight.
His eyes momentarily lost in the view.
(What lies beyond the ocean?)
In their travels Arquus finds admiration in Leilan, who strategically decided to visit both locations. Their friendship grew over each step taken, though much of their journey is spent in silence as the hours grew longer. Who knew the field brought more substance than airless recruiters and passive offerings?
Most likely offerings that had no substance or truth, just run of the mill script.
His apparent judgment proved wrong when Ruinam and Cyprin came forth. Their easy-going nature and light words mere invitations for information rather than demand for commitment. Less suffocating and invasive, more memorable and neutral.
It isn’t a surprise when Ruinam is first to acknowledge their entrance, another example as to why Ruinam rose higher in the books of Arquus than most other leaders. Someone with attention and devotion, perhaps proving that some of the strong still did stand.
Even despite the weak finding more ways to cheat their way to the stop.
“Quite the formal welcome Ruinam,” his tone is jovial, as if he expected nothing less from the loyal king, “pleasure to see you again. We came to learn more about your Island Resort, perhaps see if we might be a fit. Like, for example... How about that water?”
His eyes—as blue as the landscape around them—shift to Leilan, allowing him to take over the important questions. Arquus isn’t sure yet where he will stand, perhaps with a leader like Ruinam he might be a little more…eager.
ARQUUS
@[Leilan] @[Ruinam]