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01-16-2015, 09:25 PM
Romani
It was morning, and Romani was in high spirits. At her side, Kasai padded along silently, spotted ebony ears flicking to and fro as creatures began to move about in the early-morning light. It seemed that there were more than just she who yearned not to waste a moment of such a wondrous, beautiful day.
"Hopefully the weather will permit a good patrol this morn, my Sweet," the Haflinger stated to the white tigress, who looked back with a rather bored, dull expression. Romani snorted. "Come now, Kasai... It's our duty as warriors, aye? We must partake in the patrols that Archibald assigns us in order to help keep our home safe." Safe. Unlike what had happened to the Windtossed Foothills, how it had been overthrown, and eventually, how it had inevitably collapsed and fallen into ruin. Oh, how her heart still yearned for the rolling plains of the Foothills, of her first Helovian home... But it wouldn't be. It couldn't be, since the Hidden Falls now rested in its stead.
A pity.
'Methinks I miss the roads of travel and life as a nomad, Roma,' Kasai murmured affectionately through their mental link, and her honest words caused the robust mare to sigh. The white tigress continued. 'I enjoy the Edge, and seeing Archibald and Loretta once again, as well as Destrier and Suli... But what are we really doing here? What do you desire?' It wasn't very often that Kasai participated in debates of the heart, or of the soul, for the tigress often found such thoughtful debates tiresome and boring, but regardless Romani wasn't quite sure what to say in response.
What did she desire?
Friends. Family. Love. Loyalty... Companionship. Children. Oh, Gods, how she yearned for children. There was no saying what had happened to young Jasiri, but Romani could only pray that her only daughter was alright.
"We're living, Kasai," Romani responded vocally, finding no reason to speak telepathically with her beloved companion when her own voice worked just fine, "Mirage granted us homage in the World's Edge, and I have no reason to go against her kindness..." Even though that had been a different time, a different world. Back then the World's Edge had been something familiar when under the leadership of Mirage, and while Kaj and Kahlua were both doing admirable, wonderful jobs of leading the Land of Mists in Mirage's stead... It was hardly the same.
... But was it what she wanted? Would Romani, the gypsy, truly be satisfied living the life of a soldier once more?
"Still, Kasai, it's our home, and we're sworn to protect it." As simple as that.
With a smooth, confident walk, the golden-red palomino continued on with their trek, crisp azure eyes focused on their surroundings beneath the veil of ivory forelock. The hearty Haflinger, all bulk and strength personified, moved effortlessly through the trees, having grown used to the dense vegetation and potentially cumbersome footing. Through the trees they ventured, and it was only upon spotting a stranger in the morning mists that caused the duo to pause in their patrol.
A stallion, far taller than she - as most were - , stood in the twirling, dissipating morning mists. A golden colored stud dappled with flakes of ivory, sporting dark points and thick, ivory tresses. His eyes were a marvelous, unique shade of lavender, yet brighter... Like a gem! Yes, like an amethyst gem. How very interesting. He was handsome, again, as most stallions in Helovia were, and his telling scent gave him away as an Edge-affiliated fellow. Then he was a friend, an ally, and she had nothing to fear.
"Hark, good Sir!" Romani called jovially, hoping that her abrupt entrance and call wouldn't startle the stud. "A good morn to you!"
@[Daemyn]
ooc: So terribly sorry for the late reply!
"Hopefully the weather will permit a good patrol this morn, my Sweet," the Haflinger stated to the white tigress, who looked back with a rather bored, dull expression. Romani snorted. "Come now, Kasai... It's our duty as warriors, aye? We must partake in the patrols that Archibald assigns us in order to help keep our home safe." Safe. Unlike what had happened to the Windtossed Foothills, how it had been overthrown, and eventually, how it had inevitably collapsed and fallen into ruin. Oh, how her heart still yearned for the rolling plains of the Foothills, of her first Helovian home... But it wouldn't be. It couldn't be, since the Hidden Falls now rested in its stead.
A pity.
'Methinks I miss the roads of travel and life as a nomad, Roma,' Kasai murmured affectionately through their mental link, and her honest words caused the robust mare to sigh. The white tigress continued. 'I enjoy the Edge, and seeing Archibald and Loretta once again, as well as Destrier and Suli... But what are we really doing here? What do you desire?' It wasn't very often that Kasai participated in debates of the heart, or of the soul, for the tigress often found such thoughtful debates tiresome and boring, but regardless Romani wasn't quite sure what to say in response.
What did she desire?
Friends. Family. Love. Loyalty... Companionship. Children. Oh, Gods, how she yearned for children. There was no saying what had happened to young Jasiri, but Romani could only pray that her only daughter was alright.
"We're living, Kasai," Romani responded vocally, finding no reason to speak telepathically with her beloved companion when her own voice worked just fine, "Mirage granted us homage in the World's Edge, and I have no reason to go against her kindness..." Even though that had been a different time, a different world. Back then the World's Edge had been something familiar when under the leadership of Mirage, and while Kaj and Kahlua were both doing admirable, wonderful jobs of leading the Land of Mists in Mirage's stead... It was hardly the same.
... But was it what she wanted? Would Romani, the gypsy, truly be satisfied living the life of a soldier once more?
"Still, Kasai, it's our home, and we're sworn to protect it." As simple as that.
With a smooth, confident walk, the golden-red palomino continued on with their trek, crisp azure eyes focused on their surroundings beneath the veil of ivory forelock. The hearty Haflinger, all bulk and strength personified, moved effortlessly through the trees, having grown used to the dense vegetation and potentially cumbersome footing. Through the trees they ventured, and it was only upon spotting a stranger in the morning mists that caused the duo to pause in their patrol.
A stallion, far taller than she - as most were - , stood in the twirling, dissipating morning mists. A golden colored stud dappled with flakes of ivory, sporting dark points and thick, ivory tresses. His eyes were a marvelous, unique shade of lavender, yet brighter... Like a gem! Yes, like an amethyst gem. How very interesting. He was handsome, again, as most stallions in Helovia were, and his telling scent gave him away as an Edge-affiliated fellow. Then he was a friend, an ally, and she had nothing to fear.
"Hark, good Sir!" Romani called jovially, hoping that her abrupt entrance and call wouldn't startle the stud. "A good morn to you!"
@[Daemyn]
ooc: So terribly sorry for the late reply!
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