CICERON

“I think she just asked if she could touch my mango.”

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The mention of his homeland or his homeland as of currently drew forth a feeling of satisfaction deep down. Though it was not exactly his true home it was where he now decided to call his own under the rule of another. In his young age he did not desire power like many others decided to pursue so he was more than content to have someone outranking himself. Their leader Apollo had proven he could stand before them and defend his title as chief in the process earning his respect and vow to help defend their family if ever they were threatened. The wench that had tried to strip the title of chief for herself deserved nothing more than the departure she had been forced to take. Never would he hold his head down to her for she was a poorly guided soul struggling for acceptance.

He knew well of this struggle between the living and the wandering as he himself had been drawn back and forth along his own path to either side at one point or another. It was a pleasing sight to watch the disloyal mare be driven away with her tail tucked between her legs. There was a pang of sympathy in his soul that felt bad for her in a way but this was life you either fell into your place willingly or you got beat down to accept it in time. Maybe in the future things could change for the fae but at the moment her fate mattered little to him.

"they provide you sustenance and a place to rest when you are weary of wandering." It was almost as if the unicorn before him did not feel as certain about her own herd. Her statements were rather bland without much personality to convince him of truth behind her words. The Basin was not well known to him concealed behind the mountains so he could not know how its members were treated but surely things were better than it was made out to be. That being said he was not one to judge things he had not personally experienced firsthand so it would remain a mystery.

Age mattered little to the dappled grey to him it was merely a marker in life rather than the ticking time clock others made it out to be. Age did not determine one's knowledge or state their life goals so how could one really judge one based on age alone. If it was age that drove everyone to either wander or stay put then what was it that drew Illynx from behind the safety of her mountain home? She was not in an advanced state of life in his opinion she still had much left to live for. Surely she had not given up had she? Many he had met throughout his travels were of an advanced age much greater than the mare standing before him. It made him wonder why it was the spark seemed to have left her eyes, and how could it be restored again.

"You might have been born here but the world is always changing, surely there are things you have yet to experience." He questioned gently probing a little in the hopes of maybe restoring some hope. "Things also seem to take on a different light if travelled with another being perhaps you might consider finding a companion to travel along with you?" In my case it is simply the desire to meet others and hear their tales that allows me to continue, you never know what you may find upon the horizon after all." Offering a gentle smile of encouragement he thought about those he had met thus far. Some were rather closed off while others were quite happy to have a conversation.

It was as if finding a needle in a haystack, he would never be sure if he would ever find what he truly desired, but if he didn't look there would be no hope whatsoever.

notes: none
muse: good
tags: @[Illynx]

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