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The little prince dove his way through curiosities and intricate warrens, setting his sights on vast explorations and mysterious iniquities, bounding and leaping with hardly a care in the world; too haughty, too emboldened, too young and indulgent in his movements. He crunched his way through the Threshold’s lair, feasting his widened eyes upon wayfaring strangers, casting his molten, rebellious stare along unknown avenues and hindering pathways, blazing his own trail through underbrush and low-hanging boughs. Once or twice he caught familiar scents, driftwood merchants hastened and cloistered amongst the Basin, and ensnaring one through his nares, with a proud lilt to his skull, with a mischievous air, he sauntered after the General’s. Limber, lanky limbs conjured brazen interludes, spying and courting, dragging and haunting, pondering and wondering several factions and sentiments all at once – he knew naught of the General, nor of this strange place with its hidden gates and interesting runes, hordes of newcomers with wings, with luminescent hues, with brilliant, bestial hymns. When he stumbled upon the braided soldier, however, someone else was with him, and their conversation wound and whittled through the blue scion’s inquisitive mind, funneled, divided, ears twisting and turning to ensnare the bits and pieces of information. The outsider, horned in an awesome way (because his antlers were enormous and he’d never seen such a thing encased upon a cranium; he must have been strong and mighty), gilded and seemingly wise, for he talked of travels, distant lands, homes far beyond their frigid fortress, caused his eyes to widen in exuberance and awe. Like a fascinated moth, he drifted closer, hastening wild, ebullient vocals, dancing hooves, playful excitement, tilting his head to examine the stag at a closer angle. “Hello! I’m from the Basin too! I’m Erebos!” He paused, furrowed his brows, juvenile, childish, fumbling over how best to describe his herd. He wanted to help the General, and though he wasn’t sure of which tactic to utilize or compose the best, he went with his gut instinct, proclaiming his heartfelt notions and the beauty he beheld each time he swayed within the aurora empire. “The Basin is great! It has a lot of caverns, valleys, and mountains. We even have a hot springs and a lake that never freezes!”
[Just trying to move things along! @[Torleik] @[Grimalkin] ]
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