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07-02-2016, 01:01 PM
He’s a dull, weathered figure and creates an unusual picture even in broad daylight, so it’s not that surprising that he’s overlooked by the young pegasus as she enters the grove, her bicolored eyes sweeping past his bony, threadbare frame where it lay folded on the ground, additionally camouflaged by the shadows of massive weeping willow trees encircling the meadow. What is surprising is the way that the grass seems to stand a little straighter with her presence, the flowers open their delicate buds just a little wider, and even the crystalline pool at the center of the clearing seems to shine just a little brighter with the reflection of the moon as she nears its edge. Curious, the elder’s ears prick forward, cupping towards the filly to better hear her whimsical narrative.
He waits a moment after she finishes, watching her stare into the water serenely, perfectly suited to the beauty and serenity of this place, then raises his voice to address her, breaking the magical quality of the moment with his own roughness. “That hardly sounds like a fair trade.” He counters, “She died young, left behind a bereaved lover, and for that the world benefits eternally. What solace could she find in watching if the watching is of her lovers aimless, broken wandering, unable to ever console him?” He shakes his head gingerly, waggling his auburn beard, but leaving the rest of his reclining body at quiet rest. “I’d be pissed if I was her. Maybe that’s why the moon goddess has such a reputation for-“ He hesitates suddenly, glancing up to where the silver disk hangs overhead. “-following her own rules.”
OOC // @Aelin Sorry for the delay, I didn't get a notification.
He waits a moment after she finishes, watching her stare into the water serenely, perfectly suited to the beauty and serenity of this place, then raises his voice to address her, breaking the magical quality of the moment with his own roughness. “That hardly sounds like a fair trade.” He counters, “She died young, left behind a bereaved lover, and for that the world benefits eternally. What solace could she find in watching if the watching is of her lovers aimless, broken wandering, unable to ever console him?” He shakes his head gingerly, waggling his auburn beard, but leaving the rest of his reclining body at quiet rest. “I’d be pissed if I was her. Maybe that’s why the moon goddess has such a reputation for-“ He hesitates suddenly, glancing up to where the silver disk hangs overhead. “-following her own rules.”
OOC // @Aelin Sorry for the delay, I didn't get a notification.
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