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03-25-2016, 02:09 PM
Själ
He had been on a journey; the admission brought some feeling of kinship to the young mare, as though she could better understand the stranger as a result. Without really thinking about it, she found herself relaxing, settling into the boy's company easily and without much ado. One day, perhaps, the mare would look back on her own wandering with affection, would realize that it had made her better equipped to deal with that fabled real world that adults were always on about; for now, though, she could only view it with a certain sadness. Where others had a home and a family, she had only herself and her companion. While Ansgar was undoubtedly her soul mate, Själ could not help but feel that her life was somewhat lacking.
She shifted her gaze around the rotunda, drinking it in; it was beautiful, peaceful, colored in a rainbow and decorated with purity. The princess did not notice the stranger's faltering cheer, did not think to question if he had any darkness in his past; he was quite kind to her, and friendly, and the girl had not yet grown to think about what lay beyond whatever facade was presented to her. No, as yet, she took what she saw at face value. Besides, what could such an open face possibly be hiding?
"Själ," she responded, offering her name in exchange for his. Her eyes return to his, curiosity sparking in them. "Where did your journey take you, Rikyn?" Ansgar added a soft croon from the floor, tilting her head as though she were seconding her bonded's question. The griffin had given up on her shadow-chasing, stalking back to her princess and beginning to groom herself.
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
She shifted her gaze around the rotunda, drinking it in; it was beautiful, peaceful, colored in a rainbow and decorated with purity. The princess did not notice the stranger's faltering cheer, did not think to question if he had any darkness in his past; he was quite kind to her, and friendly, and the girl had not yet grown to think about what lay beyond whatever facade was presented to her. No, as yet, she took what she saw at face value. Besides, what could such an open face possibly be hiding?
"Själ," she responded, offering her name in exchange for his. Her eyes return to his, curiosity sparking in them. "Where did your journey take you, Rikyn?" Ansgar added a soft croon from the floor, tilting her head as though she were seconding her bonded's question. The griffin had given up on her shadow-chasing, stalking back to her princess and beginning to groom herself.
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
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