Now is the time

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Now is the time

Rikyn the Puppeteer Posts: 549

Aurora Basin Lord atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 4.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 4 HP: 70 | Buff: SWIFT

Duir :: Royal Cerndyr :: Earth Spirit Bunnie

#21

02-15-2017, 10:38 AM

As things get underway, it quickly becomes evident that it is not just Kaos that’s pissed Spark off. Looking around at the small group gathered, remembering the numbers that had been here during my youth, I can’t help but feel somewhat in agreement with the God. Sure, I might be partly to blame, having ditched two years ago, and all that, but it can’t be all my fault, especially if the leaders keep wandering away.

Hearing that one of the Gods have left their herd behind to deal with the Kaos situation is a bit more than disturbing, as is the threat the Time God makes against everyone here, if things don’t change. Looking over at my blade brother, concern lining my face, I can’t help but wonder why he didn’t tell me things were so bad. I might have come back earlier.

The God moves to more positive topics, however, his first statement making me frown, wondering if he’s picking on Tiamat, or not. That he makes her Lady, however, erases that concern immediately, a happy glance given to the blue mare from my place alongside the General. She might be perky, alright, but I like her well enough. She’s always been kind to me, and has a way of looking at the world that I think a lot of people could learn from.

As long as she never tells anyone about our floral adventure, I’m in full support of her, I think, while Duir laughs at me. I hope she tell everyone in meeting, he teases, my happy smile for Tiamat becoming a scathing scowl, directed at my distant buck.

I don’t know the other lady, but I guess she might be okay, for a horse, only now noticing her among the group as being not-unicorn. The idea of being led by an equine is mildly perturbing, but the idea of my homeland being returned to the wilderness as a free-for-all hangout for anyone makes my stomach literally churn, so I will just have to deal with it, I guess.

I’ll be damned if I let Spark go back to doing fuck-all in the Time stream; he had a herd to take care of, damn it. Prince Rikyn is home! I think, filled with a newfound determination, forgetting, in the moment, my mourning, already contriving plans of action.