Ruhr
05-07-2023, 09:13 AM
The moon had been full last night, floating round and bright in the sky. She had been full of messages too, sending them to her Seer in the orb of her reflection. Ruhr watched, entranced, as the reflection of the moon shifted and changed, showing scenes and visions.
One had been of a black mare, deep in conversation with many someones that he supposed were just out of sight beyond the edges of the reflection (though in truth were ghosts, which even in with his Divination he was unable to see). He couldn’t hear her voice, but he had Seen enough silent conversations to recognize it.
So when Ruhr sees her, standing beside the flaming tree, he recognizes her. He had come at the call, having not been grazing far, and is the first to arrive. To be summoned at all had been a surprise, and so intriguing that he’d answered without thinking of the consequences.
Lest she think him someone she can command, he raises his head just a little higher, showing the impressive (for a Stratosian) fifteen hands of his height. Perhaps he is not the tallest in the crowd, but he has the confidence of the Moon behind him. He is glad he had when she begins to speak.
What she has to say surprises him; he’d thought the others he’d seen to be more primitive. But it seems this place has a history. He’d thought it something new, risen from the sea with the magical changes, but perhaps he had been mistaken.
She wants someone worthy to lead this place, she says. Well, he certainly is worthy.
But he’d seen a great crowd bowing down to him, not just the two of them, so rather than say anything himself, he waits to see what others might have to say before speaking up himself.
One had been of a black mare, deep in conversation with many someones that he supposed were just out of sight beyond the edges of the reflection (though in truth were ghosts, which even in with his Divination he was unable to see). He couldn’t hear her voice, but he had Seen enough silent conversations to recognize it.
So when Ruhr sees her, standing beside the flaming tree, he recognizes her. He had come at the call, having not been grazing far, and is the first to arrive. To be summoned at all had been a surprise, and so intriguing that he’d answered without thinking of the consequences.
Lest she think him someone she can command, he raises his head just a little higher, showing the impressive (for a Stratosian) fifteen hands of his height. Perhaps he is not the tallest in the crowd, but he has the confidence of the Moon behind him. He is glad he had when she begins to speak.
What she has to say surprises him; he’d thought the others he’d seen to be more primitive. But it seems this place has a history. He’d thought it something new, risen from the sea with the magical changes, but perhaps he had been mistaken.
She wants someone worthy to lead this place, she says. Well, he certainly is worthy.
But he’d seen a great crowd bowing down to him, not just the two of them, so rather than say anything himself, he waits to see what others might have to say before speaking up himself.