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05-05-2017, 01:06 PM
CAN YOU PROMISE ME THAT NO ONE WILL CRY AT MY FUNERAL
The fire warmed him, and small goosebumps formed on his skin as the cool air mingled with the heat behind him. He closed his eyes for a moment. The gentle roar of the crowd around him slowly dissipated to background noise as he focused on the crackle of the fire. His heart thumped as he thought about all he needs to learn to be successful during his future of a apostle. He has never been a religious man, but standing here seemed to fill him up with a feeling that he could not describe. Almost like the Sun God was standing behind him in the flames. Is it magic? He opened his blue orbs, glancing behind him to confirm that the alter was empty.
His attention was pulled to a stranger strolling up to him with a creature peering from behind his skull. His ears pricked, offering a small smile. "Hello, Astarot, Zaphir. I'm Gulliver. I am a new apostle, just arrived." He glanced at the creature, racking his brain to identify her species. Ah! He grinned with his inward revelation. Zaphir must be a dragon. Even though he has met another dragon, Amaris' golden friend was almost a species all his own. However, Zaphir seemed more curious then ready to eat him for dinner, and so he let himself relax a little. He even giggled as a shot of frozen air flew from the dragon's lips towards the fire. "I can't blame her. Fire and ice are opposites." As he settled, his voice became light, and his boyish nature surfaced.
Again, his attention was pulled away, this time by the bounding little hobbit that approached the two..well three. "Hello there, Pip! I am happy to be here. It is a chance for me to make new friends." He was excited that his little bird of a friend had found him instead of Gully having to search him out. It could be difficult to find such a small man in a crowd of giants. He looked at Astarot after Pip's offer of alcoholic beverages and let out a laugh. "Might as well. It is a party after all. Will you try some Astarot?" It is almost like he was a rebellious foal again, sneaking sips of the fermented grapes that the Wise had in the temple where he grew up. It has been a long while since he has had anything alcoholic, so he will have to take it easy. He doesn't want to be branded a drunk right away.
His attention was pulled to a stranger strolling up to him with a creature peering from behind his skull. His ears pricked, offering a small smile. "Hello, Astarot, Zaphir. I'm Gulliver. I am a new apostle, just arrived." He glanced at the creature, racking his brain to identify her species. Ah! He grinned with his inward revelation. Zaphir must be a dragon. Even though he has met another dragon, Amaris' golden friend was almost a species all his own. However, Zaphir seemed more curious then ready to eat him for dinner, and so he let himself relax a little. He even giggled as a shot of frozen air flew from the dragon's lips towards the fire. "I can't blame her. Fire and ice are opposites." As he settled, his voice became light, and his boyish nature surfaced.
Again, his attention was pulled away, this time by the bounding little hobbit that approached the two..well three. "Hello there, Pip! I am happy to be here. It is a chance for me to make new friends." He was excited that his little bird of a friend had found him instead of Gully having to search him out. It could be difficult to find such a small man in a crowd of giants. He looked at Astarot after Pip's offer of alcoholic beverages and let out a laugh. "Might as well. It is a party after all. Will you try some Astarot?" It is almost like he was a rebellious foal again, sneaking sips of the fermented grapes that the Wise had in the temple where he grew up. It has been a long while since he has had anything alcoholic, so he will have to take it easy. He doesn't want to be branded a drunk right away.
