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"Yes, Cassius," he offers when she asks. Smiling warmly. She seems so kind, that it's almost hard for Cassius to believe in her genuine spirit. He's been led on before, but... he wants to forget about that previous life. Despite how it punctured into his mind and twisted his soul into the shape it had become. For now, as she heralds their departure, he breathes out a shaky breath with the idea that he can move on. That he can't expect the people of Helovia to be the same as the masters and slaves.
Yes the young man is careful. He will stay his tongue, and he will be polite and kind; he hopes for reasons that he can be genuine also. But there is a sort of... survival instinct, playing in his head, uncertain if he can fully trust or believe that the road behind him has truly vanished. The idea of their scouts behind his back, sends an added urgency in his steps when he begins to follow. Maintaining a content face behind eyes that cloud over with a hidden dread.
"Friend...," he hums after her. A murmur that isn't meant for the seaside mare to hear. Cassius had had friends, didn't he? And he had left them to suffer in silence. With a dry swallow he looses himself to the scenery. The lands here are all very wild, without marked roads or grand buildings crafted by the hands of mages and pure-bloods. It eases the twisting thoughts coiling in his gut. The rawness of nature settling him, because it reminds the stallion of simpler times. Unmarked by the hardships of labor or dominion over flesh and body.
She speaks up as they near; he's doing well because he's used to hard labor. Even so, his breaths are heavier than usual, and his fatigue plays at his muscles - wishing to stop for a moment at least. "That's very good to hear," he laughs in a light-hearted jingle. For now he can feign fatigue, besides his heavy breath he is persistant. Pursing his lips into a simple smile, amused and curious by her frequent glances back. It's with a silent groan that he picks up his pace after her, rewarded by the figures of two intimidating, massive sentinels. "Sentinels." The stallion nods, approaching the one closest to him carefully. Extending his muzzle to graze the rusted skin.
Oh, but he hesitates, embarrassed by his curiosity he flinches back from the creatures. Not wanting to anger the blue-hued mare with his carelessness. A nervous smile etching past his easy demeanor, "Yes, indeed... Still, I can't help but think it's a shame they cannot break their lonesome status. You will have to educate me on their full history. If you have the time..."
They continue, pressing past the mouth of the mountains on either side of them. Cassius settles beside the mare, opposite of where Nimue has taken the other. Finally standing still, the heat wafts off the stallion's body in small, nearly invisible puffs to the wind. He's lost to the untouched snow and the colours painted across their canvass. Ears dart forward when she breaks out in exclamation - bewildered, startled, he sends those honey browned eyes to the sky.
Speechless.
The words hang on his lips, but he's lost to the swirling colour. Their ethereal presence, and perhaps he can't help but find his friends in their undulating layers. It makes his heart lurch restlessly within. Perhaps he owes that to exhaustion.
"It's the thing of dreams, isn't it?" A loose smile plays on his lips. He can't seem to glance back at her - it's too wonderful to break his gaze from. "Does this happen often? Perhaps this Aurora is welcoming you back home instead."
Because he feels a mild sense of scorn for himself, when he sees their faces wavering in and out of those lights. He had been selfish, and he had left them all behind.
For all of this.
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[O] breathing in snowflakes !! [welcoming]
