All things are possible, even the worst of things.
Some days he feels as though he is drowning in grief. (which is ironic, considering he has chosen to make his home in a desert). Other days he feels as though nothing that had happened could be true. His mother and father could not possibly be dead. They had been too alive, too vibrant, to die. But they had. If he were feeling logical, he would point out to himself that he could always find a horse willing to connect him to the afterlife so that he might speak with them (his very own sister, for instance). But unfortunately he is not feeling particularly logical.
And then there is Valkerine. He could badly use her comfort right now, but she seems to have disappeared off the face of the planet. No one had seen nor heard from her in months. He knows she would never have willingly left the Amazons, which means something terrible had happened to her. And that renews his grief all the more. It’s a never-ending vicious circle, one leading right back to the other.
Just when there is some concern he might actually become a part of the sands, a horse falls out of the sky. Literally. He falls to the dunes, causing a plume of sand to spray into the air. Shahrizai jerks his head up, watery gaze widening in surprise. He’s not surprised that a stallion has simply appeared in the Deserts (he lives in a land rife with magicians, and if he had to guess, he would say Cam had something to do this. Little does he realize how wrong that assumption would be). Rather, he is simply startled at the sudden appearance of the fellow.
He debates for a moment whether he should or should not simply ignore the man. Ultimately, manners win out. He should at least find out if the gray stallion had been injured by his fall. Not that he could do much about it if he was. But it’s polite to at least check.
By the time he reaches the newcomer, he has already managed to regain his feet and shake most of the sand from his pale coat. Well, at least he’s not injured. And since he’s already here, it would be pretty rude not to introduce himself.
The stallion has eyes only for the oasis. But then, the Desert has a way of making one thirsty. The gray stallion is staggering about like a drunkard (and he would know, he’d met a drunkard before. Even managed to get drunk with him). Shahrizai falls in step beside him, prepared to at least offer a shoulder if he should fall. He eyes the stallion’s flaming mane for a moment, but fortunately Cam had yet to remove the protective diamond shell covering his entire body (largely unnoticeable unless one looked closely), so he’s fairly certain he wouldn’t actually get burned.
Hey. You’ve uh, you’ve got a bit of fire. In your hair and whatnot.
Captain Obvious has arrived.
I’m Shahrizai, by the way. Or Shah, if you prefer.
And then there is Valkerine. He could badly use her comfort right now, but she seems to have disappeared off the face of the planet. No one had seen nor heard from her in months. He knows she would never have willingly left the Amazons, which means something terrible had happened to her. And that renews his grief all the more. It’s a never-ending vicious circle, one leading right back to the other.
Just when there is some concern he might actually become a part of the sands, a horse falls out of the sky. Literally. He falls to the dunes, causing a plume of sand to spray into the air. Shahrizai jerks his head up, watery gaze widening in surprise. He’s not surprised that a stallion has simply appeared in the Deserts (he lives in a land rife with magicians, and if he had to guess, he would say Cam had something to do this. Little does he realize how wrong that assumption would be). Rather, he is simply startled at the sudden appearance of the fellow.
He debates for a moment whether he should or should not simply ignore the man. Ultimately, manners win out. He should at least find out if the gray stallion had been injured by his fall. Not that he could do much about it if he was. But it’s polite to at least check.
By the time he reaches the newcomer, he has already managed to regain his feet and shake most of the sand from his pale coat. Well, at least he’s not injured. And since he’s already here, it would be pretty rude not to introduce himself.
The stallion has eyes only for the oasis. But then, the Desert has a way of making one thirsty. The gray stallion is staggering about like a drunkard (and he would know, he’d met a drunkard before. Even managed to get drunk with him). Shahrizai falls in step beside him, prepared to at least offer a shoulder if he should fall. He eyes the stallion’s flaming mane for a moment, but fortunately Cam had yet to remove the protective diamond shell covering his entire body (largely unnoticeable unless one looked closely), so he’s fairly certain he wouldn’t actually get burned.
Hey. You’ve uh, you’ve got a bit of fire. In your hair and whatnot.
Captain Obvious has arrived.
I’m Shahrizai, by the way. Or Shah, if you prefer.
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