11-15-2019, 09:36 AM
Looking at him now, you wouldn’t gues it, but there might have been a time where he had known kingdom life and the in’s and out’s of herd politics. It had been practically centuries that he had been a part of that scheme. Hierarchies, deadlines, missions, squabbles of various ranges - for example, something as trivial as ‘Hey, you can’t put your stick there, man. It’s 60% outside of your kingdom territory.’ Followed by an “I can’t control where the sticks fall, Kevin.” But that’s all theoretical, of course. It’s not like that actually happened. Although if it did, Kevin sounds like he was just jealous he hadn’t gotten that promotion.
Some people are just so full of hate, he thinks with a slow, haughtily dramatic shake of his head.
Again, all theoretical though. Cannot implore that enough.
Kicking his walk into a lengthy trot, he picked his way around the gnarled pillars of the woods, disturbing mother nature’s smallest and noisiest (probably the angriest too at this point) as he swept past. How thankful he was, that he didn’t have to be tied to one place, or one person anymore. It was a freedom he hadn’t known he had been missing.
A sharp “Hey!” snatches him from his reverie, pulling him up short of the next turn in his anticipated path. Turning back around, he waits for a lone mare to make her way through and catch up. Quizzically, he watches her, spinning a singular ear as she tells him of the unfortunate turn of her morning. “ ‘Fraid not,” he says, crafting a one-sided grin of his own in apology, “If I tried to give you any directions, we’d have a situation of the blind leading the blind here.”
“About the only thing I can tell you with certainty is that I’m told this place is called,” he pauses dramatically, “the Forest. Pretty mind-blowing, I know.” And really he had the grumpy kid and the creepy kid to thank for that tidbit of knowledge. Otherwise, he would’ve been left in the dark even about the obvious name for a cluster of trees.
“Seriously though, I don’t know where I’m going. But I’d be happy to try to help you back on the right path. I’m Finnus.”
@[Lilliana]
Some people are just so full of hate, he thinks with a slow, haughtily dramatic shake of his head.
Again, all theoretical though. Cannot implore that enough.
Kicking his walk into a lengthy trot, he picked his way around the gnarled pillars of the woods, disturbing mother nature’s smallest and noisiest (probably the angriest too at this point) as he swept past. How thankful he was, that he didn’t have to be tied to one place, or one person anymore. It was a freedom he hadn’t known he had been missing.
A sharp “Hey!” snatches him from his reverie, pulling him up short of the next turn in his anticipated path. Turning back around, he waits for a lone mare to make her way through and catch up. Quizzically, he watches her, spinning a singular ear as she tells him of the unfortunate turn of her morning. “ ‘Fraid not,” he says, crafting a one-sided grin of his own in apology, “If I tried to give you any directions, we’d have a situation of the blind leading the blind here.”
“About the only thing I can tell you with certainty is that I’m told this place is called,” he pauses dramatically, “the Forest. Pretty mind-blowing, I know.” And really he had the grumpy kid and the creepy kid to thank for that tidbit of knowledge. Otherwise, he would’ve been left in the dark even about the obvious name for a cluster of trees.
“Seriously though, I don’t know where I’m going. But I’d be happy to try to help you back on the right path. I’m Finnus.”
@[Lilliana]