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01-05-2017, 10:51 AM
There weren’t many who left the Rotunda and headed south, towards the Veins; at least not as many as there were meandering to the shore, or the nearby entangled parts of the forest. Following a few other stallions in the direction of the shrines of the Four, the crafter allows his thoughts to drift back home, into the always warm memories of his new home. Though he had lived in the Edge for many years, and had loved the misty wood in a way that one appreciates anywhere that has done well by them, there was something much more satisfying about a home in which there was love. Daydreaming of Ranjiri and Letha filled him with an inner peace that he had never had, not even while toiling over his projects. It was possible he had once felt this way as a child, without responsibility, freely galloping along the shore, beneath the racing shadows of the wild dragons, wheeling overhead, but those moments were many worries ago. While he could remember the sea, and the scales of his friends, the sensation of oneness with the world that might have carried him is gone, devoured by the winds of time. Besides, he was not the same man in his heart as that child, the ignorant boy raised alone, in a world of tales, and plenty; he had grown to be much more just than that colt might have been, had he not arrived to Helovia, and found the winding paths which awaited him. It was okay to not fully recalling what it was to be someone you were, if that someone was lesser than who you had become. Arriving to the ever-warm peninsula of the Four, the painted stallion ambles towards a cluster of driftwood, brambles, and bone not yet attended by those few gathered. Always the sort to seek out solitude, he sets to work without paying much mind to whomever passes, or leaves, or what goes on in the gatherings he is not a part of, though he does occasionally glance at them when he turns to tuck a bone or two into his pouches, to carry back to Kisamoa, later. [ OOC: JIJI TIMEEEE. Anyone else is welcome to watch them snuggle while they work like total vomit inducing love-dorks. ] |
Any violence/magic is allowed to be used upon Dragomir at anytime, permitting it doesn't kill or seriously maim him without my permission <3
