Ruhr
06-02-2024, 04:58 PM
She speaks aloud this time, her presence no longer sounding within his mind. Ruhr blinks, momentarily startled by the adjustment, at how very mortal Demi sounded as she spoke to him from an equine mouth. Somehow, he’d expected her to sound like the Moon.
He was letting his imagination cary him away, Ruhr knew, and focuses instead on the question she’d asked him. How long had it been since he was here? The stallion frowns, his feathered brow furrowing.
“Maybe a year?” He says, “I visited, but didn’t stay long. I’ve not really lived here since I came to Beqanna. My home was in a part of Stratos that didn’t come to this world, and since the Moon does not speak to me in the sky, I do not often return.”
Ruhr turns his eyes toward the crescent in the sky as he speaks of Her, ever aware of the location of the Moon. When he turns back, Demi is cautiously exploring the cloudy surface, and Ruhr smiles at the enthusiasm in her voice as she looks back at him to ask where his favorite place is.
Despite the casual way with which he’d just spoken of part of Stratos not coming to this world, there is a flicker of sadness in his eyes at the second question. His favorite place is gone, that look says, and he still mourns it.
“What about my faovrite time, instead?” He asks, rather than lie or dwell too long on what he has lost. “There are not many things as beautiful as seeing sunset from the sky.”
@Demi
He was letting his imagination cary him away, Ruhr knew, and focuses instead on the question she’d asked him. How long had it been since he was here? The stallion frowns, his feathered brow furrowing.
“Maybe a year?” He says, “I visited, but didn’t stay long. I’ve not really lived here since I came to Beqanna. My home was in a part of Stratos that didn’t come to this world, and since the Moon does not speak to me in the sky, I do not often return.”
Ruhr turns his eyes toward the crescent in the sky as he speaks of Her, ever aware of the location of the Moon. When he turns back, Demi is cautiously exploring the cloudy surface, and Ruhr smiles at the enthusiasm in her voice as she looks back at him to ask where his favorite place is.
Despite the casual way with which he’d just spoken of part of Stratos not coming to this world, there is a flicker of sadness in his eyes at the second question. His favorite place is gone, that look says, and he still mourns it.
“What about my faovrite time, instead?” He asks, rather than lie or dwell too long on what he has lost. “There are not many things as beautiful as seeing sunset from the sky.”
@Demi