Tiberios
05-04-2021, 10:51 AM
The moment she accepted, Tiberios slid casually down the bank and into the river. There was no disguising the ragged burn mark covering one side of his body any longer, but he could avoid her eyes while passing by and he did so, uncomfortably. Clouds of dirt bloomed up and into the water, a mixture of his hooves digging up the clay at the bottom of the riverbed and the clumps of hardened mud breaking free from his skin. He sighed, content though the river was cold, and swirled lazily through the eddies until he was facing the white mare further upshore. “I don’t mind.” Tiberios reassured her, shoulder-deep and at an awkward vantage point from where he was before. The curling water lifted his dark tail to the surface, tugging the long strands of black hair downstream. “But the answer might surprise you.” He warned her, grinning.
Or would it? He pondered. Now that he could see her appropriately, Tiberios noticed little things he’d overlooked before. How her body, magnificently healthy and suspiciously well-groomed, was peppered with glinting marks all over. Little slivers of raised skin, twinkling in the light. Beauty marks, he thought. He also noted how she seemed so unnaturally still and poised, as if the world was alive and moving around her; a little white star fixed in a galaxy of cosmic energy. For a moment he even thought she might be hovering above the earth, but then he blinked and the absurd notion vanished instantly. It’s just my eyes, playing tricks on me. He thought.
“The last time I was here,” (And he means Beqanna, not just the river, though she’s free to interpret that however she liked) “horsekind was divided by moral alignments and there were six great Kingdoms, not four.” He told her cryptically, wondering if anything he said would register. He remembered the look on the nomad’s face when he’d asked for directions to The Falls, fully expecting to see that expression once more on this stranger’s face. It hardly made any sense to Tib, after all. He’d been dead long before the Reckoning; his idea of normal was myth now.
Does that make me a legend? He laughed at himself, only grinning for the pale mare. “I’m Tiberios." The sabino stallion decided to introduce himself, “And apparently I’m a nomad out of time.”
@[Beyza]
Or would it? He pondered. Now that he could see her appropriately, Tiberios noticed little things he’d overlooked before. How her body, magnificently healthy and suspiciously well-groomed, was peppered with glinting marks all over. Little slivers of raised skin, twinkling in the light. Beauty marks, he thought. He also noted how she seemed so unnaturally still and poised, as if the world was alive and moving around her; a little white star fixed in a galaxy of cosmic energy. For a moment he even thought she might be hovering above the earth, but then he blinked and the absurd notion vanished instantly. It’s just my eyes, playing tricks on me. He thought.
“The last time I was here,” (And he means Beqanna, not just the river, though she’s free to interpret that however she liked) “horsekind was divided by moral alignments and there were six great Kingdoms, not four.” He told her cryptically, wondering if anything he said would register. He remembered the look on the nomad’s face when he’d asked for directions to The Falls, fully expecting to see that expression once more on this stranger’s face. It hardly made any sense to Tib, after all. He’d been dead long before the Reckoning; his idea of normal was myth now.
Does that make me a legend? He laughed at himself, only grinning for the pale mare. “I’m Tiberios." The sabino stallion decided to introduce himself, “And apparently I’m a nomad out of time.”
@[Beyza]