03-30-2024, 03:09 PM
@Demi i was thinking timeline wise this is post-helping with the quest? just needed it to be nighttime for the Moon!
Ruhr watches Demi for a while after he's sure sure she's fallen asleep, his navy eyes as deep as the sky hardly visible between the branches overhead. Though he’s now seen her transform several times, and into a myriad of shapes, he still finds it remarkable. Such a gift, he thinks, his eyes tracing the speckled pattern along her pale sides and rump. What does the Moon have in store for her, he wonders, and what does She expect of him?
He will find no answers here, the stallion knows.
Perhaps he can find them in the water.
Slipping from beneath the spring-thick boughs, Ruhr leaves the sleeping Demi. He seeks out a shallow stream they’d passed not long before settling down for the evening, and with a few adjustments of the silty soil of the bank, he soon has a still pool into which to peer.
Time passes, but he does not pay it any mind. It might have been a few minutes or several hours; Ruhr cannot predict how long it will take. He can only wait and pray that She favors him.
Tonight, she does.
It begins as a ripple at the edges of the pool, spreading out like smoke until a silver sheen overtakes the entirety of the pool.
Green, so much green. The birds are bright and in the distance, a blue sea crashes on a black sand shore. Before the mountain is Demi, in her equine form. Beside her, Ruhr recognizes himself.
The vision vanishes, leaving only a shallow pool of muddy water.
Her meaning is the opposite, as clear as the quick flowing stream from which he now takes a long drink. That had surely been Tephra, he thinks, the land that Demi had described to the purple spotted stallion. They’d been there together, he and Demi, and so they will be.
Is that his purpose, then? To help in the restoration of the kingdom, or to accompany Demi there? His time with Her chosen has always been brief, just long enough for him to aid them in some way. Though he has no doubt that it is to Demi that She had led him, Ruhr has not yet divined his purpose. He’d settled for guard as a default, knowing a chipped blade to be better than none at all.
This vision had offered him no guidance in that respect, but it has at least given him a location, and reaffirmed Her choice of the red-headed mare. Ruhr returns to her now, through the darkness with wary dark eyes. His limp is impossible to hide, but he moves steadily despite it, returning to the edge of the clearing where they’d stopped for the night as the dawn begins to break.
Ruhr watches Demi for a while after he's sure sure she's fallen asleep, his navy eyes as deep as the sky hardly visible between the branches overhead. Though he’s now seen her transform several times, and into a myriad of shapes, he still finds it remarkable. Such a gift, he thinks, his eyes tracing the speckled pattern along her pale sides and rump. What does the Moon have in store for her, he wonders, and what does She expect of him?
He will find no answers here, the stallion knows.
Perhaps he can find them in the water.
Slipping from beneath the spring-thick boughs, Ruhr leaves the sleeping Demi. He seeks out a shallow stream they’d passed not long before settling down for the evening, and with a few adjustments of the silty soil of the bank, he soon has a still pool into which to peer.
Time passes, but he does not pay it any mind. It might have been a few minutes or several hours; Ruhr cannot predict how long it will take. He can only wait and pray that She favors him.
Tonight, she does.
It begins as a ripple at the edges of the pool, spreading out like smoke until a silver sheen overtakes the entirety of the pool.
Green, so much green. The birds are bright and in the distance, a blue sea crashes on a black sand shore. Before the mountain is Demi, in her equine form. Beside her, Ruhr recognizes himself.
The vision vanishes, leaving only a shallow pool of muddy water.
Her meaning is the opposite, as clear as the quick flowing stream from which he now takes a long drink. That had surely been Tephra, he thinks, the land that Demi had described to the purple spotted stallion. They’d been there together, he and Demi, and so they will be.
Is that his purpose, then? To help in the restoration of the kingdom, or to accompany Demi there? His time with Her chosen has always been brief, just long enough for him to aid them in some way. Though he has no doubt that it is to Demi that She had led him, Ruhr has not yet divined his purpose. He’d settled for guard as a default, knowing a chipped blade to be better than none at all.
This vision had offered him no guidance in that respect, but it has at least given him a location, and reaffirmed Her choice of the red-headed mare. Ruhr returns to her now, through the darkness with wary dark eyes. His limp is impossible to hide, but he moves steadily despite it, returning to the edge of the clearing where they’d stopped for the night as the dawn begins to break.