He is an obvious newbie to the herd as he hesitantly moved into the crowd.  Nervously he scanned the faces surrounding him, painfully aware that he did not know anyone here, aware of just how socially awkward he is.  He moved forward, aiming for a corner where he could gather himself.  The chatter around him seemed light and it put him at ease, at least a little bit.  As he walked passed an array of strangers, the thump of his heart seemed to weigh heavily in his chest.  He planted himself on the edge of the party, feeling content to just watch for now.  He did have a lot to think about.

Volterra had given him the gift of a home, and seemed content to let Gulliver choose a job that was suited to him.  Gulliver was relieved that he was not going to be pressured into becoming a soldier.  He could tell that the Sultan leaned more towards assigning him to an army, and Gully once again felt relief and joy that he was allowed to follow a path that he was excited about.  Becoming an Apostle was always a dream of his.  He would spend countless hours with the Wise in his birth herd, his eyes shining as he intently listened to their stories as a foal.  He needed to contact Maren, and had hopes to find the elusive mare.  He has heard that she was difficult, but the stallion knew how to handle himself, at least when there is a task at hand.  At a party, however, he is like a nerd at a pep rally.

There were a couple of familiar voices that made his ears prick.  He noticed Pip bounding here and there.  The sight of his friend made him smile.  In another part of the room stood Volterra, accompanied by a smaller mare that mirrored his own painted hide.  However, her coat seemed much more complicated, with webbed markings breaking up the white.  He wanted to approach the Sultan, but he didn't want to interrupt whatever conversation they were gearing up to have.  Instead, he stepped towards the roaring fire that drew most of the attention.  Little trinkets and flowers dusted the area around the blaze, and Gulliver assumed that they were offerings.  He was anxious to learn about the Sun God.  He was going to be devoting himself to teaching others about Him and the history of his new home.

He stood a few feet from the blaze, the flickering of the fire making his white markings glow with an orange tint.  He could feel the heat bubble around him, similar to the feeling of his flight across the ocean to get to the Throat.  He smiled, remembering his temporary wings made of flame and soot.  He still felt a child-like sense of wonder as he unconsciously twitched his shoulders. Gulliver stared into the fire, determined to make those who have welcomed here proud of what he knew he could accomplish.



He walks. | "He talks." | He thinks.