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The mountains seemed a good place to get his head together, and plan for what was next, but Dragomir had encountered a slight problem: He had a lot of thoughts to gather. Soon, the bright, breezy afternoon had become the heady glow of a still twilight, and the crisp, northern night gave rise to the Moon, and still, the crafter wandered, thinking of the Earth God, his home, and his family, both near, and far. His thoughts are drawn away from his methodical ruminations when he takes note of a gathering, the third sort to have garnered his notice in as many weeks. Wondering what this one is about, and hoping it won’t add more items to his list of the troubles, the inquisitive, albeit shy, stallion heads towards the collection of night wanderers. Already there, Dragomir recognizes the Mountain, and gives her a nod and grin in greeting, noticing, also, the youth alongside her, and, feeling unobligated to meet anyone new today, due to his circumstance, the man politely goes to stand alongside Syrena, instead. Eyeing the large, filthy yeti with distrust, the crafter listens to the conversation moving about them with an ear. His main focus, however, is in talking to the peculiar woman, who he has taken a fondness to in the short time they have known each other. It’s not often he meets other makers, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she had somewhere to go, now that their living situations had changed. From the look on her face, she hasn’t. "Hey Syrena," he says quietly, while the rest of the wanderers arrive, "how are you doing?" [ Dragomir would like a dragon! No prior refusals. ] 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
