Contaminated Soil [Africa]

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[OPEN] Contaminated Soil [Africa]

Ascended Helovian

Midas the Gallant Posts: 1,164

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Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER

Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya & Neve :: Common Zephyr :: Arctic Angel

#11

12-23-2013, 10:14 PM (This post was last modified: 12-23-2013, 10:15 PM by Midas.)

Midas
_{the one to see you through your darkest times}

We would see if this stallion’s mind was tacked in place enough to hold a reasonable conversation with his betters—and not slip into insanity. His explanation is well met and my smile softens into one of understanding tolerance. A mind would melt away when idling the hours, there was no fault in simply desiring something to occupy ones time. “There is work and fellowship aplenty dear Sir, I’m sure we can find some craft ye would enjoy doing.” Be it brawling or mending, worshiping or digging—this family had multiple outlets and seemed to possess many who where a jack of all trades. So far so good, he mentioned how Africa had changed his views and that drew my curiosity more than the mysterious way his eyes had a habit of flickering between awareness and empty space, “how so?” I ventured softly—lingering on the quiet Oracle as he had.

If this unicorn could prove to be a boon then I’d be more than happy to find a cure for his aliments. A healer who could mend the mind was worth traveling to see for the sake of a brother—‘a brother who had traveled from the land of our enemy’, my consciousness was quick to remind, ‘tis a possible traitor or liar; or worst.’ It was lucky that I followed the teachings of my father instead of those by Kri—she would have chased his newcomer a new set of legs, whereas Da schooled patience instead of violence.