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02-24-2015, 06:35 PM
Romani
Sometimes Romani questioned her worth, especially when it came to herd-life.
It was something she would never admit, for those of the World's Edge had been kind and humbling to welcome her, once again, into the familial hold of the land by the sea... But first and foremost, above her devoted role of a warrior, Romani was a gypsy. A nomad. A wanderer. Her spirit that dwelled within her earthen body was far larger than the boundaries of the Edge, and more often than not, the golden-red gypsy yearned fiercely for the open roads that Helovia had offered.
She did not, and would not admit this, however. To anyone.
Archibald, Thor, Kaj... So many had welcomed her into the World's Edge once again. She had served the land before the time of the wraith's as a Protector, and after traveling the world, she had returned for a warm place to bed down for the winter, only to be swayed to join the World's Edge once again. Was it a mistake? Had it been a mistake? Was she honestly doing the best of her abilities, here, in the Edge?
Or was she simply lying to herself?
A soft breath escaped the mare's nostrils in an exhausted exhale. These thoughts had been running rampant since the Edge had been declared safe to return to after the flood... But she wouldn't leave. Not again. She couldn't leave. This was home... Friends as close as family roamed these tree-filled mists, and she had everything that she could want...
And yet... Why did she feel so empty? So unfulfilled? So wretchedly useless?
It was those thoughts, those terribly, guilty thoughts that drove Romani on a late-night patrol. Her pace was slow, round hips rolling as thick, ivory feathered legs propelled the gypsy forward without a destination. Kasai was out on a hunt for a 'midnight snack', she had so eloquently put it, and the Haflinger was enjoying her time alone with only the night as her guide and company...
At least until a familiar shape formed in the darkness. Ears slowly perked to attention, deep azure orbs focusing on the large shape of the stallion standing before her. Thor. It was Thor... But what was he doing? Was he alright? Nostrils flared as the mare sucked in a deep breath, but nothing smelled strange or foreign. No blood traveled on the wind, nor any scent of panicked sweat or anxiety.
"... Thor?" The question came unbidden from dark lips, and slowly, the short, stocky mare ventured closer to the draft bay stallion. "Is all well, Thor?" It was only when the question escaped her maw that her eyes traveled his frame, down the thick musculature of his chest and focusing on the tiny thing that had hatched from an egg.
Azure eyes widened in surprise. "Oh!" She exclaimed softly, a broad smile pulling lips upwards in a joyous grin, "A companion! How marvelous, Thor. What shall you call her?"
ooc: Romani shows up a bit after Thor named Sabine, so she missed out on him naming her. ;D Congrats, Linds! <3
It was something she would never admit, for those of the World's Edge had been kind and humbling to welcome her, once again, into the familial hold of the land by the sea... But first and foremost, above her devoted role of a warrior, Romani was a gypsy. A nomad. A wanderer. Her spirit that dwelled within her earthen body was far larger than the boundaries of the Edge, and more often than not, the golden-red gypsy yearned fiercely for the open roads that Helovia had offered.
She did not, and would not admit this, however. To anyone.
Archibald, Thor, Kaj... So many had welcomed her into the World's Edge once again. She had served the land before the time of the wraith's as a Protector, and after traveling the world, she had returned for a warm place to bed down for the winter, only to be swayed to join the World's Edge once again. Was it a mistake? Had it been a mistake? Was she honestly doing the best of her abilities, here, in the Edge?
Or was she simply lying to herself?
A soft breath escaped the mare's nostrils in an exhausted exhale. These thoughts had been running rampant since the Edge had been declared safe to return to after the flood... But she wouldn't leave. Not again. She couldn't leave. This was home... Friends as close as family roamed these tree-filled mists, and she had everything that she could want...
And yet... Why did she feel so empty? So unfulfilled? So wretchedly useless?
It was those thoughts, those terribly, guilty thoughts that drove Romani on a late-night patrol. Her pace was slow, round hips rolling as thick, ivory feathered legs propelled the gypsy forward without a destination. Kasai was out on a hunt for a 'midnight snack', she had so eloquently put it, and the Haflinger was enjoying her time alone with only the night as her guide and company...
At least until a familiar shape formed in the darkness. Ears slowly perked to attention, deep azure orbs focusing on the large shape of the stallion standing before her. Thor. It was Thor... But what was he doing? Was he alright? Nostrils flared as the mare sucked in a deep breath, but nothing smelled strange or foreign. No blood traveled on the wind, nor any scent of panicked sweat or anxiety.
"... Thor?" The question came unbidden from dark lips, and slowly, the short, stocky mare ventured closer to the draft bay stallion. "Is all well, Thor?" It was only when the question escaped her maw that her eyes traveled his frame, down the thick musculature of his chest and focusing on the tiny thing that had hatched from an egg.
Azure eyes widened in surprise. "Oh!" She exclaimed softly, a broad smile pulling lips upwards in a joyous grin, "A companion! How marvelous, Thor. What shall you call her?"
ooc: Romani shows up a bit after Thor named Sabine, so she missed out on him naming her. ;D Congrats, Linds! <3
You Ain't Ever Gonna Change
You Got a Gypsy Soul to Blame
And You Were Born for Leavin'
