| Aurora Basin Phantom atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE |
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As much as the Thief would have liked to simply put the past behind them, he could not pretend. The question would have forever haunted him, robbed of its verdict, lacking conclusion. Even if he doubted the legitimacy of her reply, regardless of what truths lay within it- for "well" could be many faceted, could stand for any number of things- he was glad she had given it to him, no matter how succinct. He would take what he could get. At the very least, it would put to rest his worries, remove any cause for further speculation. The Thief did not delve further into the nature of her words, he did not deliberately seek out the signs of deception, for he trusted her; and if she was not ready to divulge those details- if she never were at all- then he would let her have her secrets. Instead he resolved to be satisfied with her answer, accepting it with a grateful, sombre nod of his head, all the while endeavoring to skim over the events of the past no longer. It was not the most gratifying of conclusions, but to know she had been met with success after they had parted ways was compensation enough. Roland would have liked to accompany her to meet the Sun God. He would have liked to remain at her side lest she have another chance meeting with fire and brimstone, faced with another creature's ill-placed wrath, but she had managed just fine without him.
"I'm doing very well," he responded, a gentle smile on his lips. He had no reason to be otherwise, which was liberating in itself. For once everything seemed to have fallen into place, and he dared to hope that fate had tilted in his favour. It was a cautious sort of quietude, a good fortune that he worried would not last, but appreciated fiercely all the same. For now, at least, it held. The sun was rising above them, ascending the horizon to its throne above their heads and casting a watery golden light across the lake's surface. Its warmth was most welcome against the Thief's skin, painting his hide in champagne and gold. He drank up every ounce of it, wishing it could be stored inside himself for the winter months, when he would give near anything to keep the cold at bay. The circlet around his horn was a pleasant weight, a solace, an anchor. He felt at ease with it upon his brow, as if it had filled in an emptiness he hadn't been aware of beforehand.
Roland listened intently as the Mender continued, retelling, albeit briefly, the accomplishments she had contrived, her triumphs and exploits after her departure. He was pleased to learn that she had achieved what she had set out to do- though he'd had his assumptions- and that the winged beast had not kept her from her victory. The Sun God had delivered as he had promised, and though Roland was no happier that she had been forced to suffer for his gifts, he was glad her quest had been lucrative. The Thief wondered at what she was now capable of, the powers and munitions he had not witnessed before, but knew she had at her disposal. No sooner had the question entered his mind did she offer a display, a demonstration of her rewards. "Yes," he responded eagerly, inquisitiveness getting the better of him. He recalled, from seasons past, that she had aspired to wield fire so that she could protect her family as well as heal them. It was a volatile, dangerous element, something Roland was not keen to be close to again, but he trusted her. There was a curious glint in his blue eyes as he waited, wondered if he would feel the flash of heat against his skin once more, the bright and vengeful blaze of flame; if it would altogether be as wonderful, as terrible and powerful as the magic he had witnessed on the beach.
@[Lena]
Push your luck if it makes you a promise
that turns con men honest.
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