Once Upon a Time...{Storytelling Competition}

[OPEN] Once Upon a Time...{Storytelling Competition}

Bucephalus the Morningstar Posts: 292

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Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 6 || Tallsun HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE

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12-31-2014, 07:11 PM (This post was last modified: 01-01-2015, 01:11 PM by Bucephalus.)

He finishes his story, and a deep throb of homesickness pulsed through him. All he had of Sehrau was story and memory. He didn't notice the filly enter, but turned his dished head towards her when she began telling her story. He listened, ears pricked. The words turned to images in his mind, playing out the story as she told it. By the end of her story, the homesickness was gone. Amazing what a tale can do to distract a person.

Nasreen speaks then, and he turned his head, ears pricked. She wished to give them something in return for their tales? "That's not necessary Nasreen... the Tale of Stars is an old one, and very common in my homeland." Of course, it might not be common here. In fact he was pretty sure he was the only one to know the Sehrau tales by heart here in Helovia. Part of the trials a colt underwent was to learn every ballad and story of Sehrau's legends.

"Of course, this is probably the first time it has been spoken outside of Sehrau." He frowned faintly, then shook himself before bowing his head to Nasreen. "There's no need to offer me something in return for a story. I actually enjoyed sharing it." It was true. Never would he gaze upon the crystal homes of Sehrau, nor hear the Sacre weave itself around him, be a part of a grand symphony that dragged one to tears at times. The stories he held close, the stories of his colthood, of his birth Gods and the heroes of ages past, were the closest he could get to home.

"But...if you wish to give us something, could you make this?" He asked, sketching out the headpiece of what would be his armor on the dirt of the ground.