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01-02-2017, 12:05 PM
Gathering was a natural part of Dragomir’s day to day life, the tasks usually easily completed back in the Falls, where the resources were plentiful as rain in the spring. It kept his mind busy, away from dwelling too much on the loss of his mother in the fall, and how Ranjiri’s child was not his own; that he had started to genuinely care for the little filly as if she were was a peculiarity that he’d rather not linger on for too long, unsure what, exactly, that meant. It’s not a wonder that when he arrives on the gathered masses and the Sea God, then, that the stallion seeks out the familiar faces of his loved ones; not finding them, he moves into the group, eyes seeking out those he does know, among the strangers. The Mountain is here, which he does not find surprising, and a bow of his head is given her, should she notice his arrival. Alysanne is also smiled at, warmly, his promise to come and see her not forgotten, just lured away by time, and responsibility; sure she understood, however, he settles not far from her, watching and listening tactfully to all that goes on. Glad to have his bags as their instructions conclude, the man sets off towards one of the designated realms, intent on mending the Earth, for the sake of his patron God. Dragomir |
Any violence/magic is allowed to be used upon Dragomir at anytime, permitting it doesn't kill or seriously maim him without my permission <3
