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06-12-2017, 01:53 AM
adolescence didn't make sense, a little loss of innocence
He has become accustomed to life in the Throat. Each day brings those who he has never met, and those who are becoming his friends. Over all, everyone is easy to get along with, and the herd has a drive that bubbles excitement in his chest. He does carry a tinge of disappointment that he was unable to meet Maren before she left, but he is determined to help keep the Wise ranks strong in her absence.
Gulliver gazed around him. He had wanted to wander a little today, to see more of Helovia. He knew of the herd's quest, and aimed to help collect the wood they need from the wilds. A distant bellow caught his peaks, turning towards the sound. He became curious, and started forward towards whoever called out. His walk advanced into a long trot, the rosary in his mane clinking in his ear.
A familiar form came into sight. The stallion squinted his eyes, realizing the stranger was in fact Astarot. Gulliver called out to the other Throat member, recalling for a moment his meeting with the cream stallion at the party. He slowed, coming to a stop near Astarot. The other stallion was friendly, but Gulliver remembered the grumpy attitude of the frost dragon perched on his back. "Hello, Astarot. Zafir." Gulliver smiled joyfully, his gaze traveling back and forth from his fellow herd member to the glass shards that jutted out from the ground around them.
"This must be the World's Edge. Impressive..." He trailed off, his attention distracted at the massive gate.
Gulliver gazed around him. He had wanted to wander a little today, to see more of Helovia. He knew of the herd's quest, and aimed to help collect the wood they need from the wilds. A distant bellow caught his peaks, turning towards the sound. He became curious, and started forward towards whoever called out. His walk advanced into a long trot, the rosary in his mane clinking in his ear.
A familiar form came into sight. The stallion squinted his eyes, realizing the stranger was in fact Astarot. Gulliver called out to the other Throat member, recalling for a moment his meeting with the cream stallion at the party. He slowed, coming to a stop near Astarot. The other stallion was friendly, but Gulliver remembered the grumpy attitude of the frost dragon perched on his back. "Hello, Astarot. Zafir." Gulliver smiled joyfully, his gaze traveling back and forth from his fellow herd member to the glass shards that jutted out from the ground around them.
"This must be the World's Edge. Impressive..." He trailed off, his attention distracted at the massive gate.
"Speech"
OOC: :P
gulliver
