[open] Gourd of the Rings [any]

[Florian]

At first, the voice settles on him and all the old fears rise like bile in his throat, but then he remembers, and Florian turns to the stallion with shining eyes. Freedom makes him over-bold and he follows the turn of his head, redirects his steps to come closer to the shaggy white stallion with an effervescent smile. Small ears press forward, wine-colored eyes searching the stranger's face eagerly.

"Fairies!" he replies to the other's question. Freedom from an affliction, he might continue, but the thought threatens to pop the bubble of happiness in his chest, a memory of darkness and forgetting that he would, quite fittingly, prefer to forget. The boy has already resolved to never speak of the trouble again - except to find his father and tell him what he has learned. Freedom can be attained upon the Mountain. It does not occur to him that the stallion before him might ask what task he has been set to, or what he had been tasked with gain his boon, because, of course, he has no frame of reference. The Fairies have been generous to him, he does not stop to think that to others they may not be. Instead, he tilts his green head to one side, the short locks of his young mane flopping childishly from one side to the other.

"Have you ever met a Fairy?"

Florian

words are hard

@[Aodhan]