Satanic Silk

Like a lovestruck puppy - and really, that's exactly what I am, except that I am a HUGE puppy - I seem to be following Africa wherever she goes. I hope that I'm not getting on her nerves: anyone following me around night and day might rub me the wrong way after awhile. But if she's annoyed, she has yet to show it. The only one who might be getting irritated is Silas, and yet, I think he accepts me much more than he used to. We never had the closest bond together, but why should we? That special relationship belongs to him and Africa. Still, I'd like to know that he can appreciate the relationship that two equines in love have. His blessing would mean the world to me, though I would never admit that to either him or Africa.

Now as I follow her, we seem to have arrived on... an island in the sky. An unusual place, but its beauty is undeniable. I can't imagine there to be a single soul who doesn't feel somehow uplifted upon arriving at such a place and seeing its natural wonder. If 'natural' can even be applied here.. There is no doubt that the supernatural touch of the Gods reigns supreme here, and everything before us has a God's touch. Following the mare and her companion, we quickly find ourselves near the ancient Earth Turtle. Oh, I am familiar with him. We have met before, during a time when I quested for a companion. Unfortunately, I was not chosen to receive such a wonderful gift, but this of course was through no fault of the Turtle. I bow my crown to him, greeting him again, albeit silently. I wonder if he remembers my face.

Others have gathered, some that I recognize, some that I don't. Parelia is there, aflame. I admit, it is a pretty blue flame, and I wonder if she has matured since we last met. Or if I have. It's rather doubtful - I couldn't help but tease her when I met her and Ciceron in the Falls. I hadn't seen or heard of her since then - was it because of me? Did I break up the family? A pang of guilty shudders through me and sadness fills my eyes. I don't mind being an asshole, but I've never wanted to be an actual home wrecker. I wonder if perhaps I can make it up to her somehow...? Now is clearly not the time. The Earth Turtle is calling a race, ordering us to be swift, and the winner is the first one to return. My ears perked forward, blood red eyes light and attentive. A competition! Perhaps this could be a chance to prove myself to Africa.

Except that it seems she wants to race as well. She changes to a parrot form, and my eyes widen. I.. I didn't know she could do that. So many things have changed during the year we were apart. Sultana, flaming mane and tail, parrot morphing powers?! I'm a young stallion still and yet I may go into cardiac arrest with all these surprises from my one true love. There's no time to digest this information, the beasts ahead of me are already taking to the air and I am left behind. I, too, take off sprinting, my leathery wings spreading to beat the wind into submission. Behind the back, I hope that I can soon catch up. With all the heart and energy of a ruthless, foolish youth, perhaps I can win this one for the lovely lady that has stolen my heart. If not.. I hope it is her beating my sorry ass!!

Walk. Talk.


OOC: discussed with Riv about following Africa to the island ^^,

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