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The prince is not in any particular hurry to go anywhere or do anything, so as he slows to a stop beside the two stallions currently gathered on the sands, he cocks a hind leg to rest and allows a lopsided grin to fall into place on his maw. As introductions are exchanged, the golden-winged steed listens, then repeats: "Ilios. Darwin." He offers each stallion a respectful nod, pleased to find that neither of them seem to recognize him. If he has offered them insult in the past, they do not seem inclined to bring it up now, unlike some of the others he has come across now that he has entered (returned to?) Helovia. "My name is Quilyan; my companion is Zarina."
He does not care to offer more, for no matter how much he may yearn for a place to call home, he has come to the realization that he would just as soon avoid his past for as long as possible. The last time he had stumbled into its midst, he had barely escaped without a beating. --You probably deserved it,-- pointed out Zarina from her customary position on his poll. Her bonded shook his head slightly, as though chasing away a pesky fly; the marmoset simply grabbed a fistful of forelock, used to the stallion's antics.
The others were just discussing some kind of strange creature that the teal one (Ilios, remember) had seen in the sea when all of a sudden, Darwin's tone changed. Frowning, the prince turned to follow his gaze, squinting in confusion at what he saw. It appeared to be a small white creature walking on water. "I'll be damned," he commented idly. "You don't see that every day, do you?" Darwin took flight, followed quickly by the golden steed, who had no desire to be left behind.
As they grew closer, he and Zarina realized that the object of their attention was, in fact, a small white pegasus filly with dainty horns and a penchant for disaster. The marmoset grumbled something in his mind about idiot and asking to drown, all the while clutching at his mane anxiously. The creature had a soft spot for children, and despite her harsh words, her bonded knew that she spoke angrily out of worry. She had good reason, after all: one misstep would send the child plummeting into dark, icy waters, where she would likely be swept up by the current and drowned. The stallion began to circle, keeping a bit of a distance between his path and the filly, not wanting to cause her to lose her balance but wanting to be close enough to hear the exchange between she and Darwin.
"more words."
He does not care to offer more, for no matter how much he may yearn for a place to call home, he has come to the realization that he would just as soon avoid his past for as long as possible. The last time he had stumbled into its midst, he had barely escaped without a beating. --You probably deserved it,-- pointed out Zarina from her customary position on his poll. Her bonded shook his head slightly, as though chasing away a pesky fly; the marmoset simply grabbed a fistful of forelock, used to the stallion's antics.
The others were just discussing some kind of strange creature that the teal one (Ilios, remember) had seen in the sea when all of a sudden, Darwin's tone changed. Frowning, the prince turned to follow his gaze, squinting in confusion at what he saw. It appeared to be a small white creature walking on water. "I'll be damned," he commented idly. "You don't see that every day, do you?" Darwin took flight, followed quickly by the golden steed, who had no desire to be left behind.
As they grew closer, he and Zarina realized that the object of their attention was, in fact, a small white pegasus filly with dainty horns and a penchant for disaster. The marmoset grumbled something in his mind about idiot and asking to drown, all the while clutching at his mane anxiously. The creature had a soft spot for children, and despite her harsh words, her bonded knew that she spoke angrily out of worry. She had good reason, after all: one misstep would send the child plummeting into dark, icy waters, where she would likely be swept up by the current and drowned. The stallion began to circle, keeping a bit of a distance between his path and the filly, not wanting to cause her to lose her balance but wanting to be close enough to hear the exchange between she and Darwin.
"more words."
Quilyan
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Want to plot with Quilyan? Visit his plot page here!
