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07-27-2016, 08:37 AM
Imani didn't try to keep the smile from his muzzle in response to them both. It was a gentle, content expression. It felt a little strange to not be the new person here, despite the fact that he had not arrived in Helovia that long ago- though he had been here through the turning of the season, so perhaps it had been longer than he thought. It felt like hardly any time had passed. He was still trying to get his hooves under him and figure out where he fit into the scheme of things here.
"It is good to meet you, Astolat."
He fell silent and listened as the painted stallion said his piece, ears perked with interest. The Unbound was something of a hot topic around the Edge at the moment and he'd heard the name in gossip several times. There was some unrest about it, he gathered, and the Clovenheart seemed to be the one responsible for bringing the band together. A faint shiver twitched his coat. The words sounded sweet, but he wondered if this rogue band was no different then the bands of restless Banderi who had turned on their own people once their fragile sense of purpose had broken.
"It is." He adds softly, when he speaks of being new and overwhelmed. There is a trace of laughter in his voice. This is a good place, he thinks. The time he has been here has shown him that. It is not perfect, but it is good.
"I am Imani, recently come to the World's Edge. If you seek shelter or perhaps purpose then you may find it there. At least you are welcome to come stay for a time."
His offer is not so eloquent, he thinks, as the larger stallion's. He shifts his weight and the bones click slightly. He keeps his head slightly turned, watching her primarily from his blue eye. His odd eyed gaze was oft unsettling in Dorobo and he has not broken many of the habits of his home. Likely he never will. Regardless of Tembovu's speech of stronger gods and the magic he had seen with his own eyes, the power of spirits was still strong in the shaman's heart. The slight weight of the bones in his mane, almost unnoticed after so long, were still a quiet security.
Let not his bad luck spill forth onto those around him.
"It is good to meet you, Astolat."
He fell silent and listened as the painted stallion said his piece, ears perked with interest. The Unbound was something of a hot topic around the Edge at the moment and he'd heard the name in gossip several times. There was some unrest about it, he gathered, and the Clovenheart seemed to be the one responsible for bringing the band together. A faint shiver twitched his coat. The words sounded sweet, but he wondered if this rogue band was no different then the bands of restless Banderi who had turned on their own people once their fragile sense of purpose had broken.
"It is." He adds softly, when he speaks of being new and overwhelmed. There is a trace of laughter in his voice. This is a good place, he thinks. The time he has been here has shown him that. It is not perfect, but it is good.
"I am Imani, recently come to the World's Edge. If you seek shelter or perhaps purpose then you may find it there. At least you are welcome to come stay for a time."
His offer is not so eloquent, he thinks, as the larger stallion's. He shifts his weight and the bones click slightly. He keeps his head slightly turned, watching her primarily from his blue eye. His odd eyed gaze was oft unsettling in Dorobo and he has not broken many of the habits of his home. Likely he never will. Regardless of Tembovu's speech of stronger gods and the magic he had seen with his own eyes, the power of spirits was still strong in the shaman's heart. The slight weight of the bones in his mane, almost unnoticed after so long, were still a quiet security.
Let not his bad luck spill forth onto those around him.
Imani
@Astolat
