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12-20-2013, 10:32 PM
Africa. It is a strange name, but no stranger than Mirage or Semira. Perhaps even his own name will sound odd to her, once it is out. The dragon child had assumed it was related to her grandmother’s kind – and she had been wrong. His name meant precious peace, and the irony of how that name conflicted with his soul will be amusing to him someday. Today he is hesitant and unlikely to dive that deeply into himself, not while confronted with a one winged mare. The questions still probe at his mind, but he keeps them contained as usual; if he carries on a conversation long enough, the answers might reveal themselves. Still, he is also hesitant to dive so quickly into a conversation with a mutilated pegasus. She asks him for his calling – it seems she is used to sorts such as himself. His frown deepens at her ability to find the one chink in his resolute armor to ignore those he doesn’t want to talk to. He can’t be so rude as to avoid a direct question. "Dragomir," he says, bobbing his head in a salutation of neutral meaning. It is not his grand bow for Mirage or the Glazier, but it is a greeting none the less. He has decided against the nagging voice in his head, telling him to ignore her and carry on with his day. "It’s interesting here, isn’t it? What with the great fire in the midst of all this red earth." It truly was interesting, at least to the inquisitive young man. The island of his youth had been quite similar all across it. There was beach, and there was jungle, and in the jungle were several small mountains. He had climbed each – and was quite proud of himself for that, until his mother had scolded him on the dangers of mountain climbing (he had been only nine months old, she had good reason) after he had returned home from reaching the top of the final peak. Israfel, his mother’s bronze bonded, then instructed all the wild dragons to ostracize the boy for two weeks. The haughty wyvern was always on his mother’s side – usually to Dragomir’s dismay. Looking at the mare before him, he wondered which of the points behind this memory she symbolized, what traits she had that had called it to mind. Was she the thrill of the final peak, or the danger of the treacherous fall? Dragomir |
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
