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03-30-2015, 12:05 PM
 FOLLOW ME BENEATH THE TREES Loricate sees the exasperation on Rostislav's face. Perhaps it is that he's asking too many questions. Perhaps he's repeating himself. Whatever the case, Loricate only wants to make sure he knows everything about the herd, so that he can fit in as quickly as possible. Maybe Rostislav likes his silence. Loricate makes a mental note to do his best to remember everything his new companion says, so that he doesn't ask the same question twice. He pauses, momentarily, breath taken by the beauty of the Falls. It looks like a small mountain range, rocky hills and beautiful water falls and crystal clear ponds pooling in small groups. A sparse forest dots the landscape around him. The ground beneath Loricate's hooves is rocky, and he knows it will take a while to develop the reflexes to walk this particular terrain. After a moment, he follows Rostislav down the path. Upon reaching the bottom, he watches as Damaris runs off, and Rostislav turns towards him and asks him about what he'd like to become. Loricate considers the question for a second, wondering which role would suit him best. Healer and crafter he immediately throws away; he's no good at creating things. Maybe a warrior, or a spy. Educator sounds too....slow to him. And no matter how fun being a spy sounds, Loricate realizes that such a role would have him risking his neck in ways he does not want to risk it. Death as a warrior, however...now that sounds like something that Loricate would like. He's fought other before, though he was forced by circumstances. Now, offered the chance to learn to fight properly, like a true warrior...how could he refuse? "I think...I think being warrior sounds nice." He admits quietly. "It might be the role I fit into most, to be honest." @[Rostislav] |
