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if this is to end in fire
wildfire
then we should all burn together
Cera. He would always be so much more than Gaucho gave him credit for; would always be older, wiser, and more useful. But it couldn't be helped, in Gaucho's simple mind the golden prince was still a youth. The Wildfire needed to constantly realign his perception of the stallion, who was no longer a bumbling child.
Gaucho's dark gaze followed the movement of Cera's feathers, falling to the sands where the prince began to roughly shove sand out of the way. Ahhh.. so they did have to dig. Unfortunately his fire magic would do little good here - it would only fuse the sand together creating glass that would be heavy to move. Snorting, the dun lowered his head so that Mara could slip from his antlers. Her bound wound easily on the warm grains, pushing some out of the way with her steel-coloured bulk. Raising a large blackened hoof Gaucho too began to paw, shoving the sand roughly away. Hopefully no one would come from behind lest they receive bullets of sand headed their direction.
Sweat began to lather on Gaucho's coat, but the dun didn't mind. He found the ache in his muscles pleasurable - it wasn't often that he found an activity that he hadn't already trained and conditioned his body to complete.
"HAVE NEW CRAFTER NOW THAT BUCE IS CHANCELLOR." He bellowed towards Cera between mouthfuls of air.
"SACRE HAS MAGIC TO HELP. SERENITY SAY SHE WILL HELP MOVE ROCKS TOO. AFTER THIS. FIND THEM. GIVE THEM JOBS."
Not the best time for a conversation but ... the information he needed to share was one sided. Cera needed to be aware of the change; he could deal with his new recruits as he saw fit.
Dark eyes bore into the sand. How far down would they need to go?
Gaucho's dark gaze followed the movement of Cera's feathers, falling to the sands where the prince began to roughly shove sand out of the way. Ahhh.. so they did have to dig. Unfortunately his fire magic would do little good here - it would only fuse the sand together creating glass that would be heavy to move. Snorting, the dun lowered his head so that Mara could slip from his antlers. Her bound wound easily on the warm grains, pushing some out of the way with her steel-coloured bulk. Raising a large blackened hoof Gaucho too began to paw, shoving the sand roughly away. Hopefully no one would come from behind lest they receive bullets of sand headed their direction.
Sweat began to lather on Gaucho's coat, but the dun didn't mind. He found the ache in his muscles pleasurable - it wasn't often that he found an activity that he hadn't already trained and conditioned his body to complete.
"HAVE NEW CRAFTER NOW THAT BUCE IS CHANCELLOR." He bellowed towards Cera between mouthfuls of air.
"SACRE HAS MAGIC TO HELP. SERENITY SAY SHE WILL HELP MOVE ROCKS TOO. AFTER THIS. FIND THEM. GIVE THEM JOBS."
Not the best time for a conversation but ... the information he needed to share was one sided. Cera needed to be aware of the change; he could deal with his new recruits as he saw fit.
Dark eyes bore into the sand. How far down would they need to go?
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