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02-11-2015, 01:55 PM
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Would you kill me, Gaucho, if I asked you to? Gaucho didn't know. Death was nothing to be afraid of inherently. The only way death could be bad, was if it ended a pitiful life too soon. If one failed to do enough good while on the mortal plane, they would be denied access into the great plains of the sky, and would forever wander the skies just below - wisps of cloud, and nothing more. There was nothing that Gaucho sought to avoid more than ending up there. He would take his place in the skies, would die in battle or when his bones and heart finally gave out, and would join his ancestors. Death did not frighten him, but obscurity did. But Cera? The boy-no-longer held so much promise, had already accomplished much. Should he die, surely he would find his place high above them all, roaming the endless plains with those he had lost. And yet ... Yet ... Gaucho did not want to send him to that fate. Not yet. But ... Cera was no boy anymore, and while Gaucho knew nothing of the inner turmoil that the golden prince faced, the dun was no less surprised at the question he asked. The dun shook his head, preferring to answer the prince's latter questions first. "Everything lost can be found." He began, perhaps somewhat unhelpfully, although he believed what he said regardless of how cryptic his words seemed. If the bonds between Cera and his kin were merely lost, buried somehow beneath pain and distance, they could be revived. If however those bonds were broken ... well. Broken things often were best left to the past. "Cera never fail Gaucho. " As if to emphasize this, the flames on his wings flared up as emotion surged through the dun. "Never." The dun looked out to the sea. Words were ... so hard for him. Not for the first time he wished the Prince understood his native tongue, or that perhaps he could simply open his mind to the no-longer-boy to simply share what he thought of him. Life would be so much easier that way. "Cera achieve much. Companions if abandoned and not find a bond, die. Cera not need a bond, just a little help when younger. You survive. Ilaria not be alive without Cera. Throat not be the same without Cera. " The dun paused, unable to properly express just what it was he was getting at. Couldn't Cera see how he had risen from nothing into something? A boy once, abandoned and forgotten, now a golden prince on sands of blood? Did that count for nothing? Sighing, the dun shook his head. Words were hard. "Yes." He continued after a pause, answering Cera's original question. "Gaucho send you into sky if Cera ask." The Wildfire's stormy gaze sought out the Prince's. Cera was an adult now, able to make his own decisions. He would not interfere with the Prince's autonomy and yet ... "But Gaucho not want Cera to go yet." He would not try to convince the Prince to remain in his mortal shell if he did not wish it. Gaucho couldn't burden Cera with his own wants and desires and so he would offer nothing further than his simply desire echoed by the birds. Stay. DAMMIT BRIT. Gaucho the Wildfire
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