poison of our own pride

poison of our own pride

Murtagh Posts: 92

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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1 hh :: 2.5 years

Sorellina :: Spectacled Bear :: None Sarah

02-17-2016, 12:47 PM

Another meeting! Didn’t they just have one of these? Or was there another princess for them to be introduced to? Murtagh hoped not. He liked Macaria but didn’t think he’d want two of her. Not while he was hoping his parents would finally give him a sibling! A little sister would be perfect, of course, but he wouldn’t turn up his nose at a brother either. Most of the males he knew were old or hard to find. There was another colt his age around here somewhere, but they just never seemed to cross paths.

Murtagh trotted eagerly ahead of his mothers following the summons. He wasn’t eager for the actual meeting, mind you - it was sure to be just as boring as the last one - but he was excited for all the faces that would be there. The whole point of these meetings was to get all of the Falls together, right? Maybe there would be some new foals! He had been born in Frostfall so it was easy to assume that it was the same for everyone.

He recognized a few of the faces in a vague, we-live-in-the-same-herd way, but was happy to see that Cirrus was there among them. He wove toward her - offering a bright grin by way of greeting, before following her example and looking to the kings. Their speeches were treated by Murtagh the same way all speeches were treated. He heard the words but they weren’t really for him so he didn’t actually listen. The words were for all the grim-faced adults around him. This was their meeting and he was only there to hunt for friends.

After he ensured that neither Kaj nor Archibald would be introducing a new princess to them, Murtagh’s mind and eyes began to wander around the crowd. Right up until the point when it started raining. With a woop of excitement, the colt reared and delighted in the refreshing sensation that washed over him from the rain. He did not fully recognize it as the effects of magic but rejoiced in it all the same.

He was quick to quiet down, though, not wanting to interrupt or worse, be scolded for interrupting.