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11-16-2015, 02:25 AM
GLASGOW
All of these things made me who I am
All of these things made me who I am
Wandering aimlessly seemed to be a large past time of mine nowadays. I hadn’t quite found my fit yet. I wasn’t really searching hard for one yet either, though. I was still trying to come to terms living in a land full of life and bliss that my battered frame and dreadful appearances didn’t fit into. I didn’t want to frighten anyone. However, seeing the aftermath of the Rift battle at the Flats, I began to wonder if I really would scare anybody here. I was a loner, so it seemed. I rarely spoke, looked like a mess, and just seemed to move like a ghost to and fro without a second thought about it. Perhaps something needed to change. Perhaps my diplomatic history would come in handy in Helovia more than I had imagined it could after my homeland.
Yet as I wandered back through the mists of my home, I heard a calling from a voice that sounded slightly familiar, but I couldn’t put a name to it. My eyesight was getting to be rather poor, but I followed the sound regardless and as I emerged from the mists, I could see a large silhouette in the distance. I felt as though I had met him before, the mammoth beast. I couldn’t remember when that meeting had occurred. I was also wondering what he wanted us all to come to him for. Where was Mauja? Where was Ophelia? I only saw one more blurry creature in the distance that seemed to have wings, so the creature fit none of the other creatures I had felt the closest to.
I approached about as fast as my tired legs could take me, but I was still the third to make it into the circle. I offered a small smile to the winged mare, now that my eyesight had become at least semi normal since I was close to the creatures. Turning my pale face to Tembovu, I dipped my head to him and uttered a quiet hello before my glassy gaze danced around in curiosity of what exactly was going to happen here.
Yet as I wandered back through the mists of my home, I heard a calling from a voice that sounded slightly familiar, but I couldn’t put a name to it. My eyesight was getting to be rather poor, but I followed the sound regardless and as I emerged from the mists, I could see a large silhouette in the distance. I felt as though I had met him before, the mammoth beast. I couldn’t remember when that meeting had occurred. I was also wondering what he wanted us all to come to him for. Where was Mauja? Where was Ophelia? I only saw one more blurry creature in the distance that seemed to have wings, so the creature fit none of the other creatures I had felt the closest to.
I approached about as fast as my tired legs could take me, but I was still the third to make it into the circle. I offered a small smile to the winged mare, now that my eyesight had become at least semi normal since I was close to the creatures. Turning my pale face to Tembovu, I dipped my head to him and uttered a quiet hello before my glassy gaze danced around in curiosity of what exactly was going to happen here.
