Above the Clouds of Pompeii

[OPEN] Above the Clouds of Pompeii

Sacre Posts: 274

World's Edge Emissary atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 5 Years HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE

Inari :: Red Fox :: Heal & Ríona :: Common Kitsune :: Electric imi

05-18-2015, 04:55 PM

SACRE
I wanna be somewhere away from this place
Yeah, somewhere just a little closer to grace
They were back! Albeit by rather odd means, but Sacre was grateful of the help that Diviner Maren and her boat graciously offered him. She made a fine sailor. The rise of canyons and red waste spread out before their feet with the weather a little hotter than most places, but nothing like the blistering of Tallsun.

When the boat had finally made it to the other side and his cloven hooves had touched down on dry land, he had taken a while to locate his old bridge key and, once it had been found, he had looked rather lost for the rest of the time. Sacre hadn't been gone for terribly long, but long enough that he wanted to visit everywhere at once and check up on everyone. Was Tandavi still well and enjoying her Leadership? Did Sikeax still roam the northern mountains by herself? How many more new faces were there like Maren? He was impatient and itched to be everywhere at once. He didn't know if his mantel of crafter was still his role, but he took it as such until instructed otherwise, there was no point lingering around doing nothing. The quicker he picked up the pieces here the quicker things would fall back into place. At least, that was the plan.

Curious and confident in himself, Sacre set about searching for Cera, the lead Forger since last he was here. If there were jobs that needed doing it was best he see to them, he had a lot of catching up to do and he hadn’t really had the time to help the Forger before he left on his mission. It was time to make it up to the Golden Prince.

On his travels, however, he couldn’t help but dawdle a little here and there letting his vulpine friends play in the tufts of grass that had appeared when they had neared the oasis. This was the first time Ríona was seeing the Dragons Throat and she bounded wildly across the desert land, closely following Inari’s experienced lead. Sacre lingered by the oasis and reached back to his tail, pulling the red arrow from it and sticking it into the ground in front of him. For a while he stood there contemplating it, thinking of Roux and his family, his mother. He had been too late to save mother, even if he had warning, he would never have made it. What use was this arrow if he couldn’t even make it to Roux in time to save him? If his twin wasn’t nearby then the item was nothing more than a handy weapon at best or a colourful trinket most days.

A sigh passed through his lips as he cast his gaze to the blue sky of the afternoon that housed white fluffy clouds. He knew hopeless thoughts like this did him no good and, in the end, he had to trust that Roux was okay and was strong enough on his own. Still, it didn’t stop him worrying.

for @[Laedere], open!

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