| Hidden Account atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2 :: 3 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE |
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With Lena's assistance, his fears had been assuaged, and for that he was eternally grateful. Carnesîr moved without hesitation through his home, more at ease from the nurse's haunting melodies than he could remember in his entire short life, as if she had not just lifted the tension from their conversation but from the weights dragging at his too-weak body. Perhaps he should meet her more often (an idea that appealed to him in more ways than one to his young and testosterone filled body.) A new sense of security enfolded him, protecting his vulnerable mind, and even when the nightmares plagued him, all he had to do was conjure up that feeling of peace he had experienced and it healed him once again, a special kind of savior.
He wandered more often than ever, but he never ran again- not yet, and hopefully he never again feel the euphoric panic that devoured all sensations that caused him to flee.
His favorite time of day was when the moonlight and starlight glittered on the skins of the sleeping, bathed the world in a pale, strangely detached light. It was then he moved most tirelessly, all felid grace and liquid flexibility, hooves unfaltering beneath him. Perhaps he should be trying to leave the valley of prosperity, venture away from the comfort of his home. For it had become home, a welcoming presence, especially once his worries had been cleansed, leaving him as light as the bones of a bird. He liked to imagine himself sturdy as the mountains, not frail and thin as he had once been. Of course, in many ways Helovia had wrung him out- he had lost weight when he had arrived, fearful of the cold-faced strangers and terrified of the gray lord Deimos, unable to swallow down the wet, plain grass that did not taste of the elvish spices and flavoring. Eventually, he had began to pack on the pounds he had lost, but he still remained thin and lean, all sharp edges and razor lines.
In any case, this was where his heart lay, despite his thoughts often circuitously wondering about Onni and the Veins of the Gods and the long history of the land of the sun.
Tonight Carnesîr's hooves had him drifting towards a single figure, abdomen with a special curve he had seen only a few times before in his life. Outlined in the alabaster of the night sky, at first he did not recognize the mare set out before him. The predominant feature of which Carnesîr associated with her, the blue of the rain and the gray of clouds and the polished ebony of dark stormclouds, was mostly gone, replaced by the ominously sharp imprints of shadow and the brilliance of cream and silver lighting. Even her lithe shape, curvaceous and sleek, was malignantly misleading- for she had the unmistakable shape of a pregnant mare, and the boy could not remember Huyana, his heroine, heavy with an unborn foal. But as he came drifting closer, just looking for a story from a stranger, he began to recognize the shape of the face and the ears and the line of the back, and even the profile of the horn, and then the smell of brine and wet earth and summer rain.
Pregnant? But with whom?
"Huyana?" He pronounces her name softly, with the faintest note of yearning in it. "How have you been? Are you... you are with foal? A foal?" Since he had arrived, he had been working on his language ability.
"Who with?"
He doesn't dance about the point, not today.
carnesîr,
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[O] A little vision of the start and the end
