06-07-2020, 07:05 PM
Golden coated and firey maned, Raul gleamed in the evening light. He working, after a fashion. Gathering wild mint now that the bees had gone back to their hives for the day. It was a cooling herb, handy for those incautious folk who spent too long in the sun. When mixed with honey carefully borrowed from the aforementioned hive dwellers, it made a decent burn treatment.
As he worked, though, he couldn't hero but wonder why. Why was he laboring over herb and salve when the very waterfall he was working by cured all? As grateful as the stallion was for the magic that saved the lives of those it touched, he couldn't help but feel that it had made him obsolete. The title the queen Isilya had given him when he and Warlight had first returned to the kingdom now seemed just that. A title, with no job attached.
His pile of gently nipped off plant stems lay forgotten at his feet as the stallion found himself lost in thought, staring at the waterfall's cascade. The setting sun caught the falls on fire, and if one didn't look too closely they might think it simply another pouring of lava from the volcano. But no. It was water, and it was magic, and he didn't know what to do with it.
His mate had found herself somewhat lost without a battle to fight. Raul was beginning to suspect he knew how she felt. Though their callings in life were as opposite as could be, still they complimented each other. The Warrior and the Healer. They needed each other to survive.
With a barrel deep sigh, the blood marked stallion resumed his task, if only to have something to do.
As he worked, though, he couldn't hero but wonder why. Why was he laboring over herb and salve when the very waterfall he was working by cured all? As grateful as the stallion was for the magic that saved the lives of those it touched, he couldn't help but feel that it had made him obsolete. The title the queen Isilya had given him when he and Warlight had first returned to the kingdom now seemed just that. A title, with no job attached.
His pile of gently nipped off plant stems lay forgotten at his feet as the stallion found himself lost in thought, staring at the waterfall's cascade. The setting sun caught the falls on fire, and if one didn't look too closely they might think it simply another pouring of lava from the volcano. But no. It was water, and it was magic, and he didn't know what to do with it.
His mate had found herself somewhat lost without a battle to fight. Raul was beginning to suspect he knew how she felt. Though their callings in life were as opposite as could be, still they complimented each other. The Warrior and the Healer. They needed each other to survive.
With a barrel deep sigh, the blood marked stallion resumed his task, if only to have something to do.