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06-22-2015, 01:10 PM
To say his wings ached was a massive understatement. The blue banded came returning from the shadows where he had rested after the race to find his wings stiff and aching. He did curse himself for not practicing more with them, but in this pain it seemed pointless endeavor. So much though for slipping into the shadows. Perhaps there was yet time for that though.
Kaj’s form flies over head, landing beyond the bay. He takes his time heading there. Letting his sides sway with gentle motion, and wings delicately hold themselves up to his sides. How he just wished to collapse them and let them drag. He had tried it back there, but the weight nearly made the effort worse. Shaking his uncrowned head to loosen the muscles of his shoulders he comes to the gathering. There is a great many here already, and the bonfires have already been lite. He is late, Rohan might care perhaps, but given how the golden felt inside he could care less.
A pleasant smile forms on his face and he comes from the shadows of the jungle to the warmth of the first fire. Not many were around this one, as they seemed to have gathered together by the center one. Those white stripped wings then steal moment and lift out, letting the waves of heat swirl about each feather and blade. A deep sigh rolls through him as he tucks them back. That at least made the stiffness more bearable. The golden’s way would have been to stand on the edge and listen, but that was not Rohan, so of course the golden was forced to make a pleasant face and head over. He should have brought something damn it. Some logs or tea or something. Did he even know what tea looked like? Rohan should. Alas he came with empty hooves.
He came at a most interesting moment. His name surfaced in the conversation just as he joined the circle. Confused head looks to the one who called, but finds him engaged with a most curious looking mare. He hadn’t said the bay’s name at all, but his own! A snort of surprise rings out before it could be caught, but he slides it off with a warm smile as he turns back to others.
His head dips to Resplendence, the mare who had met him at the edge. “It is good to see you again.” Another creature speaks up and the uncrowned turns to see a familiar face. Johnny. The smile grows more sincere now. The gold had not met the creature formally in the Basin, but had seen him wandering about and of course aided in naming his promotion. “You as well.” His name was not asked, so it was not given. Not perhaps a very Rohan thing to do, but certainly in fitting with the golden. He was doing enough just to be here, and where a pleasant smile.
There had been hope of some juicy gossip, but there seemed to just be talk of some promised tea. The thought of being inclined to join them in a drink was detested, the gold preferring stronger stuff if not water. Yet he wasn’t the golden, he kept having to remind himself (it was helped by the two ton aching appendages at his sides). In fitting with his calm nature of course Rohan would love tea. So he hangs around quiet and calm, seeming to take in the peace of the moment and warm of the fire. Oh yes a very peace-loving healer thing to do.
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