The mare’s incessant movement began to wear on the roan. He watched in waning interest as she swung from one emotion to the next in quick bursts, apparently unable to settle on any one expression. Her mental disquiet projected for all to see as her candy striped legs danced a rhythm of unease that quickly spread to her wringing tail and rolling eyes, all of which she directed at the stallion as if this unstable temperament was some imposition of his and not a fault of her own.

“No.. that’s all.”

He turned away and lowered his head to the surface of the pool, wholly unconcerned with whether the mare quieted and came to a decision or not. He drank deep of the cold, clean water and let his eyes sag closed in thought, though one ear stayed firmly tilted back.

To earn the praise of the gods through service was his own purpose in life, so being granted some special gift of appearance or power through that avenue the stallion could easily understand, but being born with such a gift he could not fathom. Why would the gods grant such tokens to an untested soul? Dark brows pinched together as the roan struggled to rationalize this new idea, but his features began to smooth again as a new chain of thought slowly linked together.

The gods were well known for recycling and repurposing. Perhaps the newborns given special gifts were not newborns at all, but souls taken and placed again for a specific purpose. That reasoning made sense to Reynier. The old religion was severely weakened in this land of do-gooders and touchy-feely pacifists. Without devoted servants to offer sacrifice the gods would slowly die, taking all of Helovia with them, but by indoctrinating the youngest generation they could ensure decades of continued worship. It was a beautifully laid plan and the roan heaved a sigh of relief in knowing that the gods had their future securely in hand.

Mood thoroughly lifted, he raised his head to glance behind.



Tags: @[Sialia]
OOC: I don't have any excuse for this being so late. I'm really sorry. You're welcome to leave it here if you don't want to continue anymore. Or to continue. Or to attack him while his back is turned for being a jerk. Spars are fun! :P