He’s not really on any particular gathering mission on this afternoon, but on the rare occasion that the Edge grows too droll and he cannot sit still any longer, he often goes out searching for things that could be of use in his crafting. Today, he’s angled himself southward and out towards the sea, memories of Cirrus trailing along in his thoughts, as well as those of his shells, carefully stowed away back home.

It had taken a long while for him to feel secure in the knowledge that his things would still be there when he got back. It was not that those he shared the herd with were untrustworthy – for they were the opposite – but he had been raised around dragons; wild dragons, especially, were known for taking things that they found pleasurable to them, and it was not an uncommon occurrence for Dragomir to loose some of his treasures to the thieving beasts while out playing. It had taken a long time for that worry to ebb away when the dragons had been replaced by a herd of many, many faces, and he felt momentary worries like he did now less and less as he came to trust them all more and more.

His life was a simple one, and he was thankful for it.

He arrives at the Rotunda to find many people gathering nearby, searching them all for familiar faces to find Rei (one of Nasreen’s friends, talking away as she had been when he first met her) and Kahlua, another mare who had come to the black tent of the Edge for a gift from Nasreen nearby; some he didn’t know at all, but as is common with the man, he moves slowly in alongside the painted mare that he still loved – but couldn’t worship as he once had.

His smile is friendly and nearly explodes when who it is they are talking to falls from his Queen’s lips.

The Earth God?! What a fortunate turn of events! Bustling around with the locks of his mane where he has tied the glass pendant he had made for the man, he rips it free from the last few stubborn hairs in a rushed motion. The chortle of the dragon is missed while his blue scales or not, the crafter rushing to remember to ask his friend about her new bonded when there wasn’t a God present.

Falling to his knees, he drops the totem on the grass before the mighty shaper of soil, deep voice offering a gentle prayer where Rei offered many words and the skinny guy only insulted her. "Lord Earth!" he says to the deities hooves, gently nudging the glass closer, "I have made you a gift. I meant to give it to you a long while ago..."

His words drown out into nothing, washed away by anxieties and fears of being unfortunately undesirable to the God who had once shook the earth beneath his hooves and chased him away.

[ I leave it up to the mighty administration that be ~ he has magic or dragons on his wish list (link in his signature). :3

8/23/14:: [Magic: Earth | Can craft metal objects by planting stones into the earth and growing them into various forms]
3/27/13:: [Companion: Dragon] ]