The burly golden stallion made his way through the tangled Tephran jungle, eyes peeled for tell-tale snatches of color. He was searching for little birds eye chilies, though it was early to be looking for them. Still, he was hopeful. They were hot little berries, ruby red at the peak of their ripening. If handled carefully, they were also excellent as a treatment for sore muscles and joints, which was why he sought them out today.
Warlight, love of his life and bane of his sanity had find herself the owner of a dark bargain. The details were less than certain, but he recognized that she had lost a piece of herself to it. Literally. But with the loss of magic came the loss of her physical strength, and he hoped that he could manufacture some balm for her aches that would ease things for her.
So far he was striking out. No bushes studded with crimson caught his eye, no hot tang on the air. The buckskin stallion told himself he'd turn back soon, with or without his prize. The sun was rising in the sky, and he'd promised Julia they'd take a swim when it got warm enough. Blowing out a sigh of disappointment, Raul lifted his head to turn home. A thread of sound stopped his tracks.
He followed it, until the thin voices resolved into a pair of children framed in the green. Unfamiliar faces, without an elder in sight. His brow drew into a slight frown. "Are you lost?" He rasped in his broken voice. It was only with reluctance that the stallion spoke. He knew that he did not come off as the most trust inducing figure at first glance, with his blood marked face and his gravelly voice. They seemed rather lost, though, and if he could offer help, he would.
@[bewitched]
Warlight, love of his life and bane of his sanity had find herself the owner of a dark bargain. The details were less than certain, but he recognized that she had lost a piece of herself to it. Literally. But with the loss of magic came the loss of her physical strength, and he hoped that he could manufacture some balm for her aches that would ease things for her.
So far he was striking out. No bushes studded with crimson caught his eye, no hot tang on the air. The buckskin stallion told himself he'd turn back soon, with or without his prize. The sun was rising in the sky, and he'd promised Julia they'd take a swim when it got warm enough. Blowing out a sigh of disappointment, Raul lifted his head to turn home. A thread of sound stopped his tracks.
He followed it, until the thin voices resolved into a pair of children framed in the green. Unfamiliar faces, without an elder in sight. His brow drew into a slight frown. "Are you lost?" He rasped in his broken voice. It was only with reluctance that the stallion spoke. He knew that he did not come off as the most trust inducing figure at first glance, with his blood marked face and his gravelly voice. They seemed rather lost, though, and if he could offer help, he would.
@[bewitched]