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The thing about favors [Midas] - Rostislav - 03-11-2015
The thing about favors is that when you ask for one, you tend to owe one in return. I don't like asking for favors for that very reason. But then, I guess that every once in awhile you have to step down into the mud and accept that maybe you'd like a little assistance. Yes, even me, but I would never say those exact words out loud. I'm not so sure I feel great asking even Midas of a favor, even though he is my lord and a kindly soul. But damn it all.... I stand by the lake in the Falls, rousing myself from the stupor of thought. (Deeper thought does start to take a toll sometimes, especially if creativity is involved, you know.) I cough, trying to clear my throat of drowsiness that seems to have sunk in unbidden. Damaris sleeps in the shade of a nearby tree, ignoring me and my 'thinking'. She knows better than to attempt to interfere with such nonsense. "Midas. Ehuh.. ugh.." I cough and shake my head as if ridding a swarm of flies. "Need to talk to Midas. About magical crafts." Finally my body seems to awaken, and the nerves begin to fire around my body. Wake up Rosti, get movin'. I swat my side with my tail and my whole body jumps. Ok, awake. "MIDAS!" I shout loudly and with very poor manners. It's not for lack of respect, just... lack of discipline or better ideas. I dunno where he is, so I guess I just gotta shout and hope he hears me. Hardy har har. Sometimes I'm dumb. Tag: @[Midas] Rostislav
more than a drunken fool
RE: The thing about favors [Midas] - Midas - 03-15-2015
Word count: 301 @[Rostislav] RE: The thing about favors [Midas] - Rostislav - 03-15-2015
It doesn't take long for the king to come barreling out of (what seems like) nowhere. I'm quite pleased with this development, and a satisfied smile slips on my face. He looks around in a panic, clearly expecting there to be some sort of disaster which he has been called to solve. Nope, no disaster here. Except me. I hope that he doesn't mistaken my sleepy, somewhat disoriented smile for drunkenness. I'm not drunk, just crooked. "Midas!" I chuckle, like greeting an old friend. "Take a deep breath, nothing wrong here." I shake my head, my ears flapping back and forth in the sun. "I'm sorry I didn't know you were close by, I wouldn't have shouted." Yup, waking up more now. I wink at the painted pegasus king, hoping that he will forgive me my lack of discretion or other norms of business and... social world. I readjust my body and relax a hind hoof, exhaling as I do so. "So ah, I'd like to request from you... armor." I watch his expression to see if perhaps he thinks this would be a god thing. "Since I've been fighting, and.. I want to make sure I don't walk away in pieces.." Just ask Rosti just get it all out. None of this hemming and hawing. "I heard you do metal and I want some armor pleaseandthankyouisthatokay?" My words tumble out, half-mumbled as I feel kinda bad asking for his help. Will he ask for something, something in return? A payment? I don't like owing anyone anything. I'm sure Midas can understand that. I just don't like... owing favors. Especially to my twue leader. Tag: @[Midas] Rostislav
more than a drunken fool
RE: The thing about favors [Midas] - Midas - 03-30-2015
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