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Post by Loyalty on Jun 6, 2020 12:13:40 GMT -8
even if i am but a pretender to wisdom that in itself is philosophy—
"What ho to this most sacrosanct- a labyrinth of ghosts." The wary mind of a wandering Lusitano clicks steel hooves against the orange glow of the canyon, his pace slow and steady. He wishes his inevitable arrival had been earlier, at high sun, and not in this somber rolling on of daylight. What ho. Soon his darklit eyes will be devoid of even a single sunbeam as her glory kisses the crest of a distant mount.
Low does he keep his head, a strong muzzle of fine ash and pale whiskers points to the rock below. A single misstep would be unfortunate here, wouldn't it? At his age he would be careful for he hadn't the glory of youth to quickly recover from a sprain. "O' mystifying shadow... will you dance with me now? Or must I beg the autumnal winds for their whispers sweet?"
The solid sound of strong hooves, now dry from his long trek up the shallow river that carved this place long ago, carries him into the first of many tunnels. Each painted pillar of cream and clay form undulating patterns as ocean waves. Even here he finds memories of home. Each leaves a gap in this canyon wall allows the setting sunlight to burst through and burn gold and yellow into his peppered coat of silver.
An umbra in his own likeness manifests on the wall behind him and paws at the pebbles in greeting. Each delicate ear turns to this somber shape that masterfully mimics his every movement.
"You cometh with such a dreary old expression! Is that any way to greet a friend who has walked so far?" Soft whinnies rebound against the walls to which there is, naturally, no reply. Twas only his own shadow after all. All things had a life of their own in a way, even that which longed for breath. Those silent, nonliving things all take for granted, they long to be spoken to. He believes that.
A shadows takes on new properties wheresoever it is cast and the shadow here in Dead Ends is far different than his childhood friend from the Sands. This personification, given to the most non-living of things, is a craft he perfected in his youth. And in his wanderings still. To do so keeps him sane, or the travelling dapple would argue. 390 WORDS ✦ Enchantress NOTES: Behold this lonesome soul!
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Post by Enchantress on Jun 6, 2020 16:07:11 GMT -8
"SPONTANEITY IS THE BEST KIND OF ADVENTURE" "Whooo! Yeah!" A perlino figure can be seen racing towards the Dead Ends Canyon. As of late, the Ringed Mountains has been her playground, and today she felt like visiting the canyon. Hooves flew and dust stirred as the young femme raced towards her destination. She has been there before. Countless times. However, she has yet to explore all the different dust roads and tunnels in the area. Most has resulted in paths that led to nowhere, but Hestia was not deterred. Oh, no, not at the least. In fact, it only spurred this young adventurer to another way, another path. There must be a path that led her somewhere, somewhere she has never seen before, and perhaps the only one who would see. A trail of dust flew behind the youth, a passing pale form that flickered in and out against the tan canyon walls. There was nothing like a good run to release all her energy. She always seemed to have an excess of that, an overflowing well of energy. It has definitely landed her in trouble numerous times with her old herd, but now that she is older and could travel abroad on her own, she was free to go anywhere she wanted. This must be what freedom felt like, racing to wherever her heart desired. The familiar scenery beckoned to her, those rising canyon walls. She was so at home with the place, her hooves flew with great abandon. Her speed was uncalled for, but there was none to reprimand her. Usually, she would be making a great ruckus entering the canyon, but today, she was met with an unfamiliar sight. Something, or some one, was blocking the way. "Whoa!" Hooves skidding on the ground, she managed to brake herself before she crashed into the being. Lifting her head, she found herself face to face with a stranger. A tall dapple stallion, but still a stranger nonetheless. "Uh, h-hi!" Hesita squeaked, barely knowing how to react on such short notice. "Oops..." Her little stunt had caused the dust to rise, making it fly everywhere. She coughed a little, shaking her head to get the dust out of her nose and eyes. If she was at home, her dam and elders would have been scolding her to no end. "So sorry! Umm...hope you're okay with a little dust!"WORDS: 391 | TAG: Loyalty | MUSE: 9/10 | MUSIC: x NOTES: She's just crazy energetic lol Kagney @ Adox
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Post by Loyalty on Jun 6, 2020 17:25:09 GMT -8
even if i am but a pretender to wisdom that in itself is philosophy—
Even if he had begged for the winds of change, they would not come to him here. In this silent place wherefore lingers the hollow cry of carrion birds, their orchestra swarming around those less fortunate in the valley below. The dark fur of his ears couldn't pick up the gust eagerly sneaking up behind him and the sound of a swift, equine pace begs his attention. With only the smallest turn of his low-hanging head, the stallion braces himself and readies to spring his dark legs at they whomever dares disturb his solitude. Tis the scent of a young mare, however, that surprises him. With a few gliding steps, the stallion turns to face the direction she'll come from instead of offering her his rear end.
Onward she races, unawares, and when a bulk of shadow causes her to cease all at once, she comes face to face with the dark eyes of this solemn stranger. "To whom does this weary wanderer owe thanks for breaking such blessed silence." At first he speaks to himself. Or to the dying sun. Or to his umbral doppleganger. Whomever his words are meant for, his ears are attentive and pointed right at her. He inhales the dust through wide, black nostrils and in the same moment she makes mention of the flying particles, he sneezes.
"The dust... It bothers us not." The stallion bobs his head and with a grunt shakes the dust free from his mane. A shoulder spasms under the last bits of warmth the sun will provide him this eve. "Are you here too? To commune with the dead." The stallion tosses his head and sways his tail thanks to the comfort provided by the presence of another being, however brief it may be. With the shifting of his front legs, the dapple turns right back around to continue his slow walk up the sun-broken path. "I would find it surprising for a mare as you." Peeking his low head past the width of his shoulder, he looks back to her, just barely, wondering if she would continue on or turn back.
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Post by Enchantress on Jun 7, 2020 11:57:41 GMT -8
"SPONTANEITY IS THE BEST KIND OF ADVENTURE" Hestia was glad she managed to stop herself before she could crash into the stallion. Who knew what might have happened if she did? First, it would have been simply embarrassing. Second, that would be an intrusion to personal space. Third, she could have pissed off someone important. Possibly. Her dam had always taught her to respect others, for who knows when a stranger is actually well-known to everyone but you? It would not do to offend someone high in the ranks. "Huh? You talk funny." The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. "Ah, sorry, didn't mean to offend!" She added quickly. Judging from his expressions, however, he seemed to be of an amiable spirit, albeit on the more mature side. Thank goodness! If it was an elder in my herd, they would have thrown a fit. Just for that, she could respect this stallion. The dust did not seem to bother him either. Inwardly, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Hestia's the name, adventure's my middle name!" Shaking off all the remaining dust on her, the perlino femme cocked her head to the side. "What's your name?" He continued on with his speech, but she could only understand bits of it. "Commune with the dead?" Her confusion was evident across her facial expressions; she did not really understand what he meant by that. "What do you mean? How do you do that?" Her voice had gone higher, excitement evident in her tone. As the male moved away, she followed without hesitation. "Is that where you're going? Can I tag along?" All previous thoughts were forgotten. This was definitely more interesting than her original plans. WORDS: 280 | TAG: Loyalty | MUSE: 8/10 | MUSIC: x NOTES: Sorry for the short post! ^^; Kagney @ Adox
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Post by Loyalty on Jun 7, 2020 13:43:00 GMT -8
even if i am but a pretender to wisdom that in itself is philosophy—
Of any of equine hidden between here and the sea this stallion of note could only dream that he had become so known. Maybe he had, but in his own mind. The entities he call friend could have existed at all. Whether or not a thing were possessed of flesh, all things are same. Her initial whinnies are of no surprise to him. Fluid steps guide them from sun-bitten halls into patches of sublime blackness. Between breath and hoof, no small sound goes unamplified.
"To offend me would be a substantial feat, fellow traveler." Each sound he makes is full, yet breezy, and as with the heat of summer air it carries with it the strength to topple mountains. The affable stranger bobs his head at the name he is given. "Perchance you are the one who listens funny, dear Hestia. What a warm name your mother gave you. Or perhaps... your father?" He turns his head to see what he can of her when the light grows dim as she keeps her youthful step well within his blind spot. "I am given a name, too. A good name, inspired by the sound of songbirds at first light: Aubade."
Soon they come to a forked tunnel, dim still, and he pauses all four feet to lift his sensitive nose to the air. "Aye, the dead. And I mean what I mean. To meditate in a place of death and absorb the wisdom left for those who walk after. You are too young to feel need for these things yourself..." his eyes are still bright as he lifts his head to look at her once more. "But you may come if you wish. Prithee, walk beside me as my equal if you wish to enter my world. Lift your nose to this first puzzle before you: which way will you lead us?" He paws readily at the stone. Though he vaguely remembers, the left was probably one of a great many dead ends. The path to the ruins would be a long one, once likely walked overnight.
347 WORDS ✦ Enchantress ✦ MUsic xNOTES: No worries about that! This is fun! ♥ Feel free to make up where the paths go btw! I will too.
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Post by Enchantress on Jun 7, 2020 20:53:27 GMT -8
"SPONTANEITY IS THE BEST KIND OF ADVENTURE" Hestia had never met quite a stallion like the one standing before her. He was unusually forgiving, and seemed very easygoing. Quite a feat, seeing that she was a well-known troublemaker. "Really? No way..." A mischievous tone had crept into her voice. Seeing that he was perfectly fine with her brash attitude, she would certainly test that boundary several times throughout this encounter. Oh yes, she would. "Ha, maybe I do listen funny. Mum always said I hear things but don't listen," she shrugged her mane, pale tassels flying. "But I don't know what that means. Do you?" It was true that she had trouble paying attention and listening carefully. She has a short attention span and was prone to be easily distracted by a passing butterfly or some other sort of action. In truth, she was almost always in action, a bundle of energy that seemed to have no end. Even now, if the stallion's steps slowed, hers would keep her beat but would stay in the same position. Her energy results in restlessness, and was the cause of most trouble back in her home herd. When he commented on her name, she only shrugged again. "I don't know why my parents named me Hestia, and I never asked why. Don't know who chose it either." To her young mind, her name was hardly worth any attention. It was just a name, for goodness' sake. "Aubade? Aubade." She tested the name on her tongue a few times, saying it in different tones and variances. After a few tries, she gave up. "It sounds like 'oh buddy,' and it sounds so stiff and formal! Can I just call you Auby? It's so much easier to say." She kept her steps in line with the older equine, tagging along like a pale shadow. As they reached a split in the way, Hestia paused for a second. "Why would you want to meditate in a place full of dead horses? That's kind of weird...and creepy." She lifted her little nose in distaste, but immediately lowered it. "N-Not that I'm scared or anything! It's just weird." She defended herself, even though the other ungulate probably did not even have the slightest notion of her fear in the first place. "Prithee? What's that funny word?" She glanced curiously ahead. He was asking her which way she would go. "Hmmm...well, I already went to the left before, and it's all dead ends. I haven't gone the other way before, so right! Right is always right!" Without waiting for the dapple stallion, she dashed off ahead. However, she was soon greeted by another fork in the path. "Umm..." She glanced back to where she assumed her companion was. "You've been here before, right? Which way?" WORDS: 459 | TAG: Loyalty | MUSE: 8/10 | MUSIC: x NOTES: Now I kinda want to keep her energetic self ahaha Kagney @ Adox
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Post by Loyalty on Jun 8, 2020 12:21:01 GMT -8
even if i am but a pretender to wisdom that in itself is philosophy—
Not only is her energy tolerated well, it is encouraged. Either way, the strangers trusts this youth to manage herself with conviction. Long gone are the days he stood on the outskirts of his own herd keeping close eyes on the foals. A protector he is, at heart, but there is only so much fight in him. This he has learned time and time again.
"It means..." he blows hot air through wide, dusky nostrils. "There is a difference between hearing the sound of something and being enlightened to its true meaning. You have heard the expression 'to see with the mind's eye'?" he inquires. "Tis not exactly the same, but it is as extraordinary." He leaves it like that, however quarrelsome that might have been to another with a mind like his. Aubade has the feeling this young one will not protest. More questions, however... this is what he would like to inspire.
"Why Hestia; Why Hestia?" he echoes behind her words. "It reminds me of home. Of distant places we will always return to. Could this be the legacy of your name? Hestia." To speak it aloud is like a reminder for himself and that memory brings him trotting after her, tail held high as he whips his mane into the darkness ahead. All the questions she asks thereafter, he lets her stew with only the sound of thunder bouncing off the walls behind her- his own hooves as he breathes into a canter. Long legs close the distance soon enough.
"Prithee... It is to pray and to pray is to ask for something. Prithee! Thus, I ask of you. Prithee, call me Auby if it suits you." He stops short behind her. A third fork in the cavern kisses their noses. He continues forward, brushing shoulders at Hestia's right. "One of my shadows has lived here for countless winters and what he knows, so do I."
Calm and unbothered by their present path, Aubade proceeds and takes the 'right' path for the second time. His tail whips across his flank. "Right is right. Right?" he whinnies back. "Careful now. We should not want to disturb the dead. They know we are here and will try to play tricks." Ahead the path opens up to a small clearing with even a few patches of gold canyon grass. They had been ascending, so it seems. This shadowy hollow withholds visible light, the late sun peers in only a tree's height away. "If we cannot find our way through, we should returneth here and rest. Let this be our haven. What do you say?"
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Post by Enchantress on Jun 8, 2020 16:08:09 GMT -8
"SPONTANEITY IS THE BEST KIND OF ADVENTURE" Everything else went over her head, and she was only able to catch a few words. "To see with the mind's eye? Huh?" Hestia was totally lost now. She had tried--really, she did--to understand the stallion's words, but it was all jargon to her. Nonetheless, her young mind was impressed. The way he said things sounded so lofty and mature, and even though she did not understand half of it, it was just so cool. "Where'd you learn how to talk like that? Or did everyone back where you lived talk like that? It sounds so cool!" As they took the path to the right, Hestia continued her preppy questions. "So that means I can 'prithee' my mum to stop nagging me?" It was not often that she got to be so free in her questions. Back in her home herd, it was frowned upon, and all the unanswered inquires were forced to be suppressed. However, with her new companion, she felt she could let them all loose. "Auby it is! Suits you better." Now she had full rein, she felt like she could say and do anything. "One of your shadows? Don't you only have one?" She looked behind her. Yup, she only had one shadow - what was this male talking about? The more she conversed with him, the more she was intrigued. His way of thinking really spurred her to think outside the box. Her steps grew softer and slower as they traveled deeper into the unknown. "The dead horses know that we're here?" Her voice had dropped down to a quieter level. "Aren't they dead? Or are their spirits still hanging around?" Bright eyes scanned their surroundings, more in excitement than in fear. To the other's suggestion of returning to this spot for rest, she only replied with an absent "Yeah...okay..." She was busy looking around, searching for anything unusual about this place. Something did feel a little different, but she has yet to see anything strange. WORDS: 331 | TAG: Loyalty | MUSE: 7/10 | MUSIC: x NOTES: That's true haha Kagney @ Adox
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Post by Loyalty on Jun 8, 2020 22:40:38 GMT -8
even if i am but a pretender to wisdom that in itself is philosophy—
It is only normal that this mare couldn't understand him. Most whom crossed his path, why, he hardly expected them to heed a single sound, for who was he? Who was he but a stranger loping around in shadows cast by greater things; these mountains built of thousand mysteries with room for greater stories still.
"I have always talked this way." The statement couldn't have sounded more endeared to. "That your mother nags you even now- grand and mature as you are... To what end? To keep you safe?" An ear points to her.
As to the nature of the shade, he dips his nose to his hooves and observes the one she's formed. "When the sun is high the shadow is small and when it is low over the mountains the shadow is long. When the light is thin on days overcast, shadows disappear. Where do they go? Why do I sometimes see the same shade cast three times within itself? Are they then all the same? If they are not the same then is the shadow I cast upon this rock the same as the one I cast upon you when we are side-to-side?"
Questions. So many questions. And she thinks she has too many! He asks himself these things, or perhaps he is hoping she will continue the conversation- a dialogue with her own inner beast. No matter the destination of the enquiry he seems satisfied, and the name she gives him, he finds, is more than acceptable. "The spirits linger, this is what I have been saying all along! See? You have listened and you have understood. Be pleased with yourself."
The cavern is strange and it is different, perhaps the scent, altered, being a different time of the year than last her visit. Having chosen the first of their stepping stones he nibbles what he can of some nearby grass, stretching out his lip until he's got a fair bit of it between his teeth. They had gnarly roots but he'll eat them all the same. He keeps his head low as he continues on.
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Post by Enchantress on Jun 9, 2020 17:03:36 GMT -8
"SPONTANEITY IS THE BEST KIND OF ADVENTURE" Hestia's head bobbled energetically up and down, her pale mane flying in sync with her forceful movements. "Yes, yes! I don't know why mum keeps nagging me, saying things like 'don't go out by yourself when it gets dark,' or 'don't interact with any strange stallions.' Honestly!" She flicked her tail up in irritation. "I'm not even her blood daughter, but she sure nags a lot." With that, she flounced along ahead a little. Every time she thought about it, she had a tendency to become quiet and sad. Her dam and her twin had disappeared when she was young, and the proud, strong stallion she knew as her sire was reduced to an empty shell, a mere ghost of his past life. Heartbroken with grief and lack of closure, her father Blazing Embers had lost the will to lead the Tribe of Eclipsing Orbits, and had let the Tribe gone into a mess. After putting Hestia with a group of matrons, he himself made himself scarce, and seemed to have forgotten all about Hestia. With no closure in sight, he has been prowling the lands in search of Everen, his other half, hoping against hope that she was still alive. Hestia herself found herself being cared by a group of matrons who pitied the young filly. In truth, she had been well-sheltered from the world, and thus her maturity was not at the level of others in her age range. On the flip side, it was because of the protection that she was about to keep her innocent and foal-like energy. The present Hestia was dragging her hooves against the dusty path, kicking up a little storm. Her head was down, the first and probably only time she would be in such a sad state. However, like how she often did, she chose to push away the sad thoughts and hurts and focus on the positive in the present. Just like that, she snapped back to the bouncing body of energy. "Hmm...I don't know." She replied honestly. "Maybe there are different shadows. How many do I have then?" She peered around herself. She could still only see one, or was she just not looking closely enough? She noticed that the older equine was nibbling on some grass along the side of the road, but it did not register in her mind to stop talking to him. "But...are shadows and ghosts the same thing then? We can't touch either one of them, right? Hmm..." WORDS: 414 | TAG: Loyalty | MUSE: 8/10 | MUSIC: x NOTES: Forgot that her dam disappeared, so plot twist! Kagney @ Adox
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Post by Loyalty on Jun 9, 2020 22:40:29 GMT -8
even if i am but a pretender to wisdom that in itself is philosophy—
The stallions' reserved demeanor paints a picture of total opposites in some moments more than others. While she bounces around and expresses her thoughts he keeps his head level with his shoulder and traces her movements with an attentively pointed ear. "Aren't mother's entitled to their worry?" Hestia's frustration doesn't immediately draw him to pick sides, of course. More questions follow suit. "Wilt she be disappointed in the company you keep now?"
It is in Hestia's silence that they go on dragging their hooves across smooth stone. Aubade lets her go on ahead, as is her right to lead them. The further they travel the darker the caves until all the light is gone forever and the eye can no longer distinguish black from black. Shadows become moot and yet he responds to her simply, "As many shadows as are stars in the sunless sea."
Her ponderance on whether shadows and ghosts are same draws himself inward to think again. Blinded in the darkness he keeps his shoulder to her flank, walking on. The contact is gently kept so they do not risk crashing into one another. "In the same way we cannot touch the wind.. the moonlight.. the sun. We cannot touch them but our senses perceive of their presence. Are they then all the same? I cannot see you right now, but I can feel you, see you. Are you still really there, or are you now the ghost in my head?"
This path would go on in complete dark, higher and higher up the mount they ascend.
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Post by Enchantress on Jun 10, 2020 19:49:49 GMT -8
"SPONTANEITY IS THE BEST KIND OF ADVENTURE" The young mare's eyes showed her questioning ideas. "I don't know if she approves of you, but--" she looked up and down at the dapple stallion, "You don't look like a dangerous male. You're really nice, and it's not like you're trying to hurt me...are you?" He did not act like those young bachelor studs full of hormones and fight. "Were you ever like that? Young and crazy like me?"As they went down deeper down, it became darker and darker until there was no light left. For now, Hestia kept her mouth shut, eyes darting side to side as if trying to see. All she could feel was a slightly cooler temperature, and that they were climbing upwards. She also felt a warm touch at her flank - it was the stallion. Her body shivered at the contact. It was not a dominating or forceful touch, but she was surprised nonetheless. She was not used to having much physical contact, but up until now, the other equine had not given her reason to not trust him. Hence, she allowed the contact. Her steps slowed as they ascended. Not only was it dark, but she did not know where they were going. She could only go by the feel of the terrain underneath her hooves. Until her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she pressed on carefully and warily. WORDS: 228 | TAG: Loyalty | MUSE: 8/10 | MUSIC: x NOTES: Quick one heh, and yesss, do it! Kagney @ Adox
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Post by Loyalty on Jun 11, 2020 13:09:11 GMT -8
even if i am but a pretender to wisdom that in itself is philosophy—
Onwards they go, away from the seeing known and into the blinding ink collapsing upon their shoulders. To be approved of by one's guardian would be a joy, but the truth of it cannot be discerned. Not unless they ask this nagging mare herself. Would that it could happen. "Twould be a grave folly to harm you, Hestia, or any of our ilk. What virtue is there in that. What gain. I see nothing." Literally and figuratively. Maliciousness isn't the way of the world- he believes that- and is nurtured only by the mistress and miser of evil.
"Am I not yet young?" he requests validation for his younger self. "And aren't you older still?" Slowly they move, step by step, careful where he finalizes each step. "There was a time I was half my height but my stride was twice as long. I wanted to see everything. To knoweth everything. I still do." When the darkness finally begins to ease up, the cave doth empty into the side of the plateau. Twould be a winding and narrow way up to the top if either of them had the courage to succeed it.
"Were there ever a time you felt old and benign?" The stallion shifts a half-step away from her as the scarcity of sight is returned to them.
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Post by Enchantress on Jun 11, 2020 23:23:41 GMT -8
"SPONTANEITY IS THE BEST KIND OF ADVENTURE" Strangely enough, the more time Hestia spent in the company of this peculiar stallion, the more she could understand him. Perhaps they really were kindred spirits, despite their age differences and personality variances. Maybe they had more in common than she thought. "That's a relief," her voice seemed to bounce off the walls, "Otherwise I would've ran far away by now and left you here all by yourself." Like that would have been a disadvantage to any young stallion, but this situation was different. "I don't see anything either. It's pitch dark in here." She was stating the obvious, but she wanted to hear her own voice sometimes. Just to know that she was not going to go crazy in this darkness. Also, the other ungulate's warmth near her side reassured her. For once, she was glad and grateful for an older equine's company. "I didn't say you were old," she said quickly, thinking back of what she just said, "and even though I'm fully three years old, everyone tells me my mind is still stuck as a filly." She scoffed, although remembering those veiled insults did still sting a little. "But I really am three years mature!" She fell silent for a few seconds when Aubade spoke about his younger days. "What do you want to know?" "Benign? What's that mean, Auby? And me? Feel old? Not really." Up ahead, she could see some light. "We're almost out!" Her preppy excitement was back in her tone and step, and she would have burst forward immediately if she had not remembered the other by her side. With a small sigh, she kept the same pace they had before. WORDS: 278 | TAG: Loyalty | MUSE: 8/10 | MUSIC: x NOTES: -- Kagney @ Adox
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Post by Loyalty on Jun 12, 2020 15:05:09 GMT -8
even if i am but a pretender to wisdom that in itself is philosophy—
Each step beside this newfound- and unlikely- company is a boon to his weary mind. Long has he traveled alone now- and how long since he last had a herd to call home? It has been an age. Hestia's youth doesn't make him feel younger, no, he has always felt young. Another thirteen years, maybe, and he will start calling himself old. What she does do is make him feel less alone. Less alone than the company his own shadows can afford him.
"Glad am I you have chosen to stay. Kind company is sorely sought betwixt the mountain and the sea for someone like me." The coolness of the oncoming night is allowed to blow between them once more and, quickening his own pace when she chooses to keep slow (for his sake), he takes the lead once more. What do you want to know? she asks. He tosses his head. Ears up and tail high he prances out of the cavern. How magnificent they are, to gaze down on the valley below from this great view.
"I want to know all of the great mysteries. Not to solve them but to wade in them... as a petal set upon a still pond. To know them and to ponder them is in itself a great gift." He lifts his crest and peers over the shadowy lands. The sky hums with violet and magenta, and the encroaching blue-blackness that bleeds in to it. "The stars can decide what comes after though they oft choose to remain passive. Harmless. That is benign." Aubade relaxes into to a slow, curious walk. He brings his muzzle low to the gritty earth and for a moment he can feel the might of the mountain breathing beneath his hooves. "For what good can they do for us all the way up there? Truly." He speaks in a manner both scrutinizing and contemplative.
The path narrows to two horse-widths, a terrible, vacant edge that would spell doom for a single step out of place. "For what reason have you come to this place? What inspires Hestia to travel?"
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