04-14-2015, 10:20 PM
all things are possible
even the worst of things
even the worst of things
He has been avoiding this meeting. Not because he is afraid of it, but because he had been enjoying his life of leisure a little too much. Well, maybe he is a little afraid, but only because of his failure to win the Deserts throne. Though he holds no regrets and had come to terms with it nearly the moment he had been deposited on the borders of the land by an ancient god (he remembers well the feeling of warmth and love he had been left with upon his departure, and for that he cannot be disappointed), he knows his mother too well to believe that she is not upset with him. By this point however, he hopes that her temper has cooled.
In the end, the reason he has come is Librette. She had reminded him of the duties he had been avoiding. His future is uncertain. It is an uncertainty that had not truly bothered him until now. Now that the realization has been made, he is no longer content to allow life to slide past him as it had been. He had to know which path his feet should take. His mother’s original plans for him had been foiled. This had left him at loose ends. Those are loose ends he intends to tie up, though whether it be from here in the Jungle, or elsewhere, he has no clue.
The jungle is as vibrant and thick with foliage as ever. But he knows this land like the back of his hand (or hoof, whatever), so it does not take him long to find his mother. Of course, she is not difficult to find either. He grins broadly, butting her shoulder affectionately with his nose.
Hey, ma.
Having bearded the lion in her den, he can only hope that her anger with him has passed.
In the end, the reason he has come is Librette. She had reminded him of the duties he had been avoiding. His future is uncertain. It is an uncertainty that had not truly bothered him until now. Now that the realization has been made, he is no longer content to allow life to slide past him as it had been. He had to know which path his feet should take. His mother’s original plans for him had been foiled. This had left him at loose ends. Those are loose ends he intends to tie up, though whether it be from here in the Jungle, or elsewhere, he has no clue.
The jungle is as vibrant and thick with foliage as ever. But he knows this land like the back of his hand (or hoof, whatever), so it does not take him long to find his mother. Of course, she is not difficult to find either. He grins broadly, butting her shoulder affectionately with his nose.
Hey, ma.
Having bearded the lion in her den, he can only hope that her anger with him has passed.
shahrizai