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06-20-2014, 03:33 PM
ROLAND
As evening drew on, their conversation was joined by the warble of birds as they settled for the night. Claws scraped against branches overhead and wings beat the air, and though Roland’s attention was now divided between his company and the roosting flock above them, the boy’s flinch did not go unnoticed. The Thief fixed the stallion with a furtively curious look, drawing back a step to allow more space between them. Perhaps that was, in part, why the boy seemed to be quivering on the edge of flight. The air of easiness that had briefly settled between them was short lived, and once Roland stirred, tension descended over the shadowed copse again. The stallion made a quiet, considering noise in his throat, and as Roland waited he dropped his gaze down to the boy’s slender legs, his knees and hocks all sharp, fragile lines. Caneo’s verdict tumbled hesitantly into the air, a relatively unenthusiastic reply considering the offer. Did he feign disinterest to preserve his dignity, Roland wondered, or was he truly so impartial? How strange, that the boy would wander into the forest with nothing, not even an inch of fat to his bones, and would choose his fate with a guess; though, there was no mistaking that the boy had some sense of self preservation. He held himself away from the Thief as if the golden stallion gripped a dagger behind his back. They are not as different as they might seem, at first glance. The silver stallion does not carry the same sheen to his hide as Roland does, nor the confidence with which he stands in the inky forest. Yet the Thief sees himself in the boy. There is an echo of guarded suspicion in both their gazes, and it will serve Caneo well, to trust only if after time, the individual has proven itself trustworthy. “Follow me,” Roland murmured with a final glance at the boy’s blue eyes. He turned on his heels, crushing brittle twigs and dry leaves beneath his hooves as he pivoted to face the darkness. “It will be a long walk.” ((Sorry for the wait! I'll get a thread up in the Basin as soon as I'm able.)) |
