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07-28-2013, 10:10 AM
 She chose not to give her dames name, guessing that she couldn’t trust me enough for the knowledge of it—or that it was a lost cause because I wouldn’t have known the lady behind it anyways. “I am left behind than, left for the pickings.” Left behind? Who had left her and why? I couldn’t ask those things now, she didn’t seem enthused enough to answer my pondering—or perhaps she just didn’t have the answers. “Where do you live...Midas?” I couldn’t leave her here, not alone in this darkness. “I live close by, in a desert oasis…Dragon’s Throat” it would have been nice to describe my homeland to this lass, but there was little to talk about—everywhere was coated in darkness. “It is warmer than here… you are more than welcome to travel with me.” If Flow refused my offer, then I would have little room to aid this filly. Even still, if she refused--perhaps I could find her another place to call home at least until she was old enough to fend for herself. The glory of living in Helovia, it was impossible to describe a magical land without magic or the patron lords that protected us. We walked blind without them, helping those that could be aided and leaving behind what could not. “I have a son that is about your age.” Cera had a compassionate heart, perhaps he could help bring this lass around. Besides, it was easier to relate things that held similarities. OOC: Sorry it took so long. ^^; Our colors come alive when I collide with you with you, with you |
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