♦ Fynnegan ♦
I can't help but feel a little at ease with this gentle creature. He didn't push, poke or assume he seems to take everything in. I can't say it is too unlike myself, I enjoy to observe and learn...but I am pretty sure I have a shorter temper than this beast. I know there is little to no proof in that thought but I feel as if I have a good initial read on the lumbering lad beside me. I feel the warm summer breeze on my face and inhale the rich floral scents of the meadow. Something else is in the wind too, but I don't know how to place it- maybe it is just the static in the air here- just standard here but it is different. I catch the undertone of his words about giants. He may not be angered but my well-intentioned nick-name but he wishes not to be associated with the folklore creature. I nod my head making a mental not to not call the big ones giants anymore.
Well, then a giant you aren't my average height friend. I think I would not like to meet a true giant, some of you average types are big enough.
My side starts to itch and I reach back to nip at my irritated flesh. Darn mosquito, or fly, or other little blood thirsty pest- it is the only thing I hate about summer months- the bugs. I look back and see Weir chasing some story in his head, and I tilt my head slightly wishing I could follow his train of thought. It is an interesting thing to know someone's thoughts as they think them. I would think it fascinating to follow along someone else's train of thoughts as they whip and whirl back and forth. I see Weir's eyes snap back to focus and I look to him, knowing his train of thought had brought him back to me. I twist the poles on my head to catch his words....war? Maybe that was the static in the air. I don't think of ware often- not experiencing it in my life. I had been apart of a few attacks, and scuffles but never war. My thoughts are interrupted as the stallion besides me saunters forward, His pace is leisurely, and comfortable, for me that works fine- I can keep up easily with out running- darn wee legs. As I walk walk I swing my head slowly taking in my surroundings and being polite while looking at my companion while talking.
War? Why would people here have to fight about- there is plenty of- well everything- for everyone, no?
I flick my tail, knocking away a bug from my black side. I wonder what this war is about- always the curious one, I want to explore more. But I don't pry too much the basics will work for now- I don't want to seem war thirsty. It is just so exciting, Ma told me of the battles and the grand fights that would happen here. The stories were coming true and I can't help but be excited.I may feel differently in the moment- but until then I get to live the stories Ma told me. I realize I was lost in my own thoughts and give my attention back. Catching him saying something about Dales? Oh yes- I asked him what there was to do. Here i am so enraptured with war I forgot my own question.
I can't say I know much about the Dales, though a calm home sounds familiar to my own childhood home. My parents were from here- but the stories they told were more often about the somewhat mad creatures of Chamber, my ma's friends in the Amazons, or my Pa's adventures as a diplomat in the Gates. They left to raise their family in a quiet knoll outside Bequanna, and I left the knoll to make my own life here. But no matter, I think I would enjoy accompanying you, as long as you continue to share your bits of whispered gossip. Just so I can get more knowledge about this new land, and your kingdom.
I look up at the fellow that I find good company in, there are many places to go and people to meet, I wonder where he will take us next, or who he will introduce next.
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