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12-24-2016, 07:49 PM
He is unsure of what to do with his new prize.. Simple but certainly useful in some way or another… He simply has to contemplate it’s purpose for now. He takes it into his jaw and holds onto it tightly, standing back and listening to the turtle as it continues on the procession, speaking in rhyme… Charming if he was still a colt. A shame he can’t quite find it in him join in the merrymaking of the foals. He lingers towards the back of the group with his gift and the isolation of his own being dawns on him.. Even beyond the grips of Helovia he had comrades, brothers in arms that he called his companions but in his homeland he has little more than his own self for company.
He quietly lingers though, eyes fixated on the group as he internally decides he will not roam alone for much longer… He will find a place to call home and break away from the shadow of his parents to carve out a name of his own.
He quietly lingers though, eyes fixated on the group as he internally decides he will not roam alone for much longer… He will find a place to call home and break away from the shadow of his parents to carve out a name of his own.
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