Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459
| Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath
Chan |
LACE
Who, in his mind,
has not probed the dark water?
He was alone. This wasn't something unusual since the tall grullo had a knack for wandering off to strange places where few others wanted to go and very rarely extended offers for others to join him. It was none the less a peculiar thing, to realize that for once he was completely alone. The dragon wasn't there, nor had she been for the span of several days. This too wasn't unusual; be it as it may that their souls were tied together in such a way that neither of them could (nor wanted to) separate from the other, they still had moments when they wanted to be on their own. Fajira in particular was prone to take off every now and then to hunt or spend time with her own kind, but usually Lace was able to feel her there somewhere, at the back of his mind. She would check in on him from time to time, extend her mind to brush against his awareness, share a few tidbits about territorial disputes, new eggs, hatched younglings and handsome males that he frankly couldn't care less about, and then she would be gone again behind the curtain that so effectively blocked him out of her thoughts.
It was, however, rare for a silence to last this long. Lace had a few suspicions as to why this might be, yet no proof to support either theory. Either the little White had gone to check up on Tandavi and Amaris - which she did regularly - or she had found a willing mate somewhere. In the first case he should probably expect a report sometime soon and in the latter... well. If she was lucky enough he might not see her for quite some time, as nesting was something the dragoness was keen on doing on her own.
Thus, the roving vagabond spent his days trying to adjust to his new life as a hired crafter. He had quickly discovered that while the sand and the sea at Dragon's Throat indeed resembled those of the Moonlit Tides where he had once resided, the climate was very different. The sun and the heat was relentless, the sand got everywhere; it gritted between the teeth when he ate, it chafed the soft skin of elbows and fetlocks, he thought he had managed to get blisters in a very uncomfortable place... By now he was sure that the Sun God had a rather twisted sense of humor and a clear sadistic streak behind that flaunting attitude. Why else would he force his herd to reside in such a desolate, inhospitable place?
So, while the horses he had met so far were kind and inviting and he had work to take his mind off the more unpleasant things, Lace was only too keen on his regular trips away to forage. It was a relief to escape up north, where the wind at least didn't feel like it would set fire to his tail-hairs if he moved quickly enough. Taking refuge amongst the mountains and tall plateaus, he spent his solitary days grazing, drinking and generally lazing around.
He was actually sort of relieved when he looked up between two bites to see another horse emerge over the edge of the field. Drawn to their presence like a moth to flame he came padding slowly with a lazy smile and mildly interested expression, like a dog quietly asking permission to be nearby.
"Useful thing, that" he greeted in soft vocals and gestured the head in the general direction of the glowing horn. "Would you mind if I lingered here? It's rather gloomy today, don't you think..." Not that he couldn't light his very own sun if he wanted to - but he had left the Throat to get away from the heat, and his own magic wasn't exactly cold.
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