10-31-2020, 12:42 PM
It wasn't unusual for Clegane to follow an eagle for an entire day, just to see where it nested for the night, or to follow a strange wind to find its source.
But there is little joy in him as he follows this trail, and before many miles have passed, the stallion's scarred face sets like stone. He knows the scent of death, and he can not explain to himself why he follows it now. What he thinks he will learn.
When the mottled pegasus halts before the gates, he is not alone. He glances over the others, disappointed there are no faces that look familiar, before watching the creature that guards the gates. But when the entities question pierces the foreboding silence, his dove-grey wings fluttering above his topline as he gives a start.
"Um..." he hesitates as others supply their answers, thinking the right response was obvious enough to be a trick of its own. But Clegane is not much of a gambler, and he makes the decision least likely to land him in trouble. "Treat..." he finally says, trying to make his voice sound sure and strong, but not quite accomplishing his goal.
But there is little joy in him as he follows this trail, and before many miles have passed, the stallion's scarred face sets like stone. He knows the scent of death, and he can not explain to himself why he follows it now. What he thinks he will learn.
When the mottled pegasus halts before the gates, he is not alone. He glances over the others, disappointed there are no faces that look familiar, before watching the creature that guards the gates. But when the entities question pierces the foreboding silence, his dove-grey wings fluttering above his topline as he gives a start.
"Um..." he hesitates as others supply their answers, thinking the right response was obvious enough to be a trick of its own. But Clegane is not much of a gambler, and he makes the decision least likely to land him in trouble. "Treat..." he finally says, trying to make his voice sound sure and strong, but not quite accomplishing his goal.
