Flying high above the commotion, I watch as the Earth God toils away on his pet project. I could try to help but one, I'm much more self-serving than that. Two, I just had twins am I in any condition for physical labor? (Hardy har har.) Three, there is likely very little I could do to help a GOD anyway. As more and more equines (and other creatures) gather, I decide maybe I should join the fray. Just this once.. to.. socialize. Or something. I don't know. I land and see familiar faces: at least one I like, Thranduil, and one I have mixed feelings about, Bucephalus. I stay silent and listen to the God speak - tasks, rewards, new life? Well why not. I look around me and shout out: "Okay who wants to be my partner! NOW DON'T ALL SHOUT AT ONCE! Because of course I am gorgeous and wonderful and everyone must be dying to be my partner, right? RIGHT?! |
Plot Thread
*You may do anything you wish with Arvakl excluding dismemberment and death.