Murdock was not often one to say smart things or offer words of wisdom. It was a common belief that he had little but air in his head, and though he himself believed that to be partly true, there was evidently something else hidden up there between his tall ears. He wore the title of “Crazy” with pride, though he knew it did not truly reflect who he was. He was thoughtful and curious, seeking to learn whenever possible and hoarding knowledge like treasure. He found purpose for himself in the happiness of others, found motivation in their smiles and so he strove to not only improve life for himself, but those around him as well.
When he offered kind advice to Thor, his newfound friend, the words were sincere and true. His reward was the thoughtfulness that seemed to posses the former king. His expression became wrought with indecision but that indicated that he was no longer settled, that he had begun to think and consider Murdock’s words and perhaps something good would come of the young Protector’s encouragement. He watched with a lopsided smile as his companion stepped closer to the cliff, staring down into the wild waters stirred by the bitter wind as if he might find answers within the shadowed depths.
Personally, the sea both terrified and intrigued Murdock. It was deadly and powerful, as unpredictable as the sky and even more unforgiving. However, he stepped up to the taller stallion’s side, joining him at the snow crowned edge of the cliff to stare down at the frothy crests of the waves. He met Thor’s apologetic gaze with a patient smile, exhaling softly into the frozen air.
His next question left his friend silent once more, his hesitation filled with only the steady crashing of the waves against the rocks. By now, the sun had climbed high above the dark treetops, sitting contently in the blue sky and smiling down with warmth across the snow-dusted meadow. Frost glittered in the sunlight, pale clouds rising above the dark horizon like the peaks of icy mountains. Murdock thought absently of the mountains, how he loved and missed them and wanted little more than to visit them again. But, the north harbored dark memories for him and he was unsure he could ever bring himself to return.
When Thor’s voice finally broke the silence once more, Murdock directed a curious gaze toward his companion. He had returned for his daughter, but what of the foal’s mother? Had she left as well? Or was she still here somewhere in Helovia? He decided it best not to ask, not for now, anyways. Perhaps that was a wound that should not be opened, and so the Protector held his tongue. Certainly Thor would have mentioned her if he wished to speak on the subject.
“You have a daughter?” It was less of a question than a statement, a hint of surprise evident in his voice as he looked up at his friend. “Is she here in the Edge as well?” Murdock had never thought about having children. It was a difficult thing to consider when he was practically a child himself; mentally, anyways. However, he supposed it would be a rewarding experience, to see something that is somehow a part of yourself grow and learn. He doubted his abilities as a father and teacher, though, but Thor seemed the type to fit both roles perfectly.
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