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01-09-2013, 06:10 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-31-2013, 06:33 PM by d'Artagnan.)
[questing] The sea of thistles jumped up before him as the shade entered the Meadow, milky flower in maw and ready to complete the final part of his quest. He thought back to the Goddess's instructions, he had to find a ground based vine that was covered in flowers. Apparently, it had an intoxicating smell. So by all logic, the Nightshade ought to scent it first rather than see it, but he used both senses in his search. Glass horns shining in the sun light that lit up his blood coloured fur to something more vibrant that it's usual dullness in the Basin. He wondered if Aviya was okay, the last time he had quested she had been there by his side. Along with another child slightly older. d'Artagnan wondered if he would receive help this time, by his children? Or maybe somebody he didn't know. Maybe a bare head or a pigeon might be so kind to come within his gaze and reach of his horn. It would make the day all that more perfect then. The Nightshade sighed and searched onwards, trying to ignore the sea of pinks and purples and allowed his mind to wander onto other matters. Like Mesec. The Time Mender wasn't really known for his caring personality and whilst his affection towards his children was more cold than warm, he did still wonder where the colt had gone off too. In truth, he wasn't entirely sure whether it was out of parental concern or the things the Moon Goddess might do to him if she found out he hadn't been taking that great care of him. It could also be a mixture of both. d'Artagnan sighed once more, it wasn't his fault the child had decided to wander off by himself and he was sure a demi god, even as a child, could handle himself. The Nightshade had to when he was that age, and he was mortal. He shook his head free of thought and continued onwards with his search. |
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