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10-10-2014, 02:00 PM
Bucephalus laughed. "I'll have to pass on that. My gods and yours might be different, and I'd rather avoid a confrontation right now." A speck of white landing on his muzzle made Buce glance up as it began to snow once more. Delightful. He both enjoyed and hated snow. Fun to fly through, horrid to get out of his feathers."A warrior is fitting."He said mostly to himself.
The brute shook himself, then looked at Elsa with pricked ears. "Well... I can learn more about what my duties would be in the herd, no? I'm sure a Mason has things she needs to be doing. Plus I'm not sure about you, but I'm tired from a very long flight. You caught me right as I was getting ready to rest." He said with a faint tone of irritation. This would have been a much better conversation during the day. But, also, odds are they would not have met as he would have left the moment the sun's rays kissed the sky. For right at the faint blush of dawn his Nightgale surrendered to her sister Daywind, and he enjoyed the rippling, changing currents that filled the air as the Winds passed leadership from one to the other.
He was growing curious about this land, Helovia, and the various herds and such within it. The Winds were the same, but carried a different feel, wilder, more exciting. Hardly waiting for Elsa to reply, he began walking towards the Falls herd, pausing after a few lengths to look back at her expectantly, head cocked slightly and an impatient look to his expression. Cold, tired and rather sore, his semi-jovial mood had quickly sunk, and the mare's comment about the herd being like a machine didn't exactly sit well with the wanderer.
The brute shook himself, then looked at Elsa with pricked ears. "Well... I can learn more about what my duties would be in the herd, no? I'm sure a Mason has things she needs to be doing. Plus I'm not sure about you, but I'm tired from a very long flight. You caught me right as I was getting ready to rest." He said with a faint tone of irritation. This would have been a much better conversation during the day. But, also, odds are they would not have met as he would have left the moment the sun's rays kissed the sky. For right at the faint blush of dawn his Nightgale surrendered to her sister Daywind, and he enjoyed the rippling, changing currents that filled the air as the Winds passed leadership from one to the other.
He was growing curious about this land, Helovia, and the various herds and such within it. The Winds were the same, but carried a different feel, wilder, more exciting. Hardly waiting for Elsa to reply, he began walking towards the Falls herd, pausing after a few lengths to look back at her expectantly, head cocked slightly and an impatient look to his expression. Cold, tired and rather sore, his semi-jovial mood had quickly sunk, and the mare's comment about the herd being like a machine didn't exactly sit well with the wanderer.
