| 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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Lena sank into his touch, and within her embrace the Thief found a moment of peace, a wave of calm sweeping over him like a temperate summer breeze. He hesitated to think of the things he would leave behind upon his departure, crossing over the threshold of the familiar and into the reaches of the unknown, to walk oblivious and unprepared into the arms of something untrustworthy, deceitful as his own self. He had once revered magic, awed by the very concept of it, a promise of abilities born from the air itself, incited by a raised hoof, the sheer power of will, a few simple words sparking into life something benevolent or terrifying. He had once thought only wonderful things of the Gods, shaping himself to fit their system on blind faith, raised and sold into their trust, an oblivious and impressionable child. In a few short years it had all turned, soured, that sense of wonder and admiration crumbling away to reveal discord, conflict. There was no harmony in the Gods' actions, no unity within their affairs, and under their rule he had seen one terror after the next attempt to tear the land apart. It had been through the willpower of mortals that those rifts had been sealed, and any evils defeated.
He knew magic was not to be toyed with, never to be taken lightly. He was aware of the sacrifices that could be required, the dangers he might face while attempting to discover potential; but what was he without magic, without some tool to further aid him in his endeavours? The Thief was powerless, hapless, hopeless. He did not boast the strength to protect his family with muscle alone, and words could only reach so far. He needed more. Though he had no knowledge of where to even begin his search, there had to be some way, something he could do to find fulfillment.
Roland smoothed his muzzle across the curve of the Mender's neck, unwilling to draw away quite yet, denying anything that told him he should. He breathed her in, exhaling a gentle sigh across her mane, soaking in her presence before he would have to leave. There was no knowing what state he might return in, after all. Her voice was what finally pulled him away, seeking out her gaze, though she would not meet his eyes. The air of ease about her diverted any questions he might have had, any concerns that she did not wish him to leave. He looked out into the sparkling waters, the verdant green that covered the foothills and filled the arms of every tree. He would not rush into any commitments, and his plans were still within their early stages. "Perhaps in Orangemoon. I need to prepare." Escaping the north for some of the colder months would not be so bad, but the Thief did not feel as much enthusiasm at the prospect as he normally would have. He thought of the circlet upon his brow, proud to carry it with him when he left, hoping that it would be a token of good fortune. "I will find you before I go."
@[Lena]
Push your luck if it makes you a promise
that turns con men honest.
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