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05-06-2014, 10:15 AM
The mare listened quietly, and he noted mentally that he was fond of that. One who interrupts, is not someone you want to be around. All they do is blab, and ramble on, much like Apai did. He never like Apai much.
His eyes swung emotionlessly to another as she arrived, she seemed to be a unicorn, a crystal horn endowed upon her head. She too, was also painted, but of a different coloring, much lighter than the two elders who stood near her. He could tell she was young, or at least younger. She spoke formally at first, before melding into a more conversational and relaxed tone. She jumped in front of Kahlua, and began speaking of a land of falls. It intrigued him, and he nodded, before his eyes then vacillated to Kahlua.
She offered a place for warriors as well, although, they maintained peace. He was so intrigued by such a far fetched dream, that he couldn't help but smirk a little. It was a bold goal indeed, but even at his young age, he knew would be nearly impossible to attain. Even if they had a peaceful herd, their work was not done until all of this land was peaceful, and the memories of his birth proved to him, that was a goal never to be attained.
"Biru." He said to Abishia, looking at her quickly to give his name, before beginning to address Kahlua again. "Peace is a noble goal. How can one attain peace when it is impossible to keep out all envious, greedy, and hurtful thoughts that others have? Or how does one attain peace with warriors? Is it not against such motives to have warriors when one is vying for peace?" He ended quietly. His voice was not mocking, or degrading. In fact it was calm, and peaceful. Generally, he was intrigued to hear what her response would be. Could she in fact, bring him to a peaceful place? Never in his life had he dreamed of peace. He never wished to hurt another, but he would not stand idly by to even one who just talks bad. He then looked to Abishia, impressed that such a young one (even though she was practically as old as he was), would attempt such a recruitment. "Tell me Abishia, what does your land have to offer?" He stood quietly, waiting to hear what each had to say. As of right now, he was leaning towards neither. He would never rush a swear of loyalty, especially in a land that had so harshly introduced him into the world.
His eyes swung emotionlessly to another as she arrived, she seemed to be a unicorn, a crystal horn endowed upon her head. She too, was also painted, but of a different coloring, much lighter than the two elders who stood near her. He could tell she was young, or at least younger. She spoke formally at first, before melding into a more conversational and relaxed tone. She jumped in front of Kahlua, and began speaking of a land of falls. It intrigued him, and he nodded, before his eyes then vacillated to Kahlua.
She offered a place for warriors as well, although, they maintained peace. He was so intrigued by such a far fetched dream, that he couldn't help but smirk a little. It was a bold goal indeed, but even at his young age, he knew would be nearly impossible to attain. Even if they had a peaceful herd, their work was not done until all of this land was peaceful, and the memories of his birth proved to him, that was a goal never to be attained.
"Biru." He said to Abishia, looking at her quickly to give his name, before beginning to address Kahlua again. "Peace is a noble goal. How can one attain peace when it is impossible to keep out all envious, greedy, and hurtful thoughts that others have? Or how does one attain peace with warriors? Is it not against such motives to have warriors when one is vying for peace?" He ended quietly. His voice was not mocking, or degrading. In fact it was calm, and peaceful. Generally, he was intrigued to hear what her response would be. Could she in fact, bring him to a peaceful place? Never in his life had he dreamed of peace. He never wished to hurt another, but he would not stand idly by to even one who just talks bad. He then looked to Abishia, impressed that such a young one (even though she was practically as old as he was), would attempt such a recruitment. "Tell me Abishia, what does your land have to offer?" He stood quietly, waiting to hear what each had to say. As of right now, he was leaning towards neither. He would never rush a swear of loyalty, especially in a land that had so harshly introduced him into the world.
