04-30-2015, 12:47 PM
all things are possible
even the worst of things
even the worst of things
He does not question their friendship. It is what it is: a bond forged that fateful day when the blue colt had stumbled across a rather unremarkable mare. And when that mare had decided not to drag that wayward colt home by his ear, it had been cemented. She would have a tough time shaking him. He has become that bit of paper glued to your finger that you can’t quite scratch off. And though their friendship might be a little unconventional, he wouldn't trade it for a hundred conventional friends (and really, who wants a hundred friends? That would be exhausting).
And so, there he is, a slight frown marring his dark lips, full concentration upon the tree, while he stands easily next to his rather unconventional friend. His earthy brown eyes shift to Librette as she begins to speak, the full weight of his intense gaze falling to her. He studies her closely as she tells of her similarities to the tree. He can easily see what she speaks of. An unremarkable tree and an unremarkable mare, but both somehow more.
As he studies her further, a slight grin eases the frown from his features as a teasing glint enters his dark eyes.
Honestly? You look absolutely nothing like that tree.
He pauses momentarily as he attempts to repress a snort of laughter.
Actually, I take that back. You’re both a little gnarly.
This time he cannot hold back the laughter that bursts from his lips. With a second, more teasing nudge, he struggles to compose himself once more. Finally, he manages long enough to be able to answer her questions. Immediately upon pondering the answer however, he sobers completely, his expression turning slightly distant and thoughtful. He had never truly considered his situation in that light. He had always known that he is from the Jungle. But is it truly his home? He never chose to be from the Jungle, it simply was how things were. And he considers that perhaps he has been too complacent, too comfortable in simply being from somewhere but never belonging anywhere. The bothers him more than he thought it might.
I guess I don’t. I haven’t really considered it before. I’ve been content with the way things were. But now, it’s just makes me kind of… sad?
And so, there he is, a slight frown marring his dark lips, full concentration upon the tree, while he stands easily next to his rather unconventional friend. His earthy brown eyes shift to Librette as she begins to speak, the full weight of his intense gaze falling to her. He studies her closely as she tells of her similarities to the tree. He can easily see what she speaks of. An unremarkable tree and an unremarkable mare, but both somehow more.
As he studies her further, a slight grin eases the frown from his features as a teasing glint enters his dark eyes.
Honestly? You look absolutely nothing like that tree.
He pauses momentarily as he attempts to repress a snort of laughter.
Actually, I take that back. You’re both a little gnarly.
This time he cannot hold back the laughter that bursts from his lips. With a second, more teasing nudge, he struggles to compose himself once more. Finally, he manages long enough to be able to answer her questions. Immediately upon pondering the answer however, he sobers completely, his expression turning slightly distant and thoughtful. He had never truly considered his situation in that light. He had always known that he is from the Jungle. But is it truly his home? He never chose to be from the Jungle, it simply was how things were. And he considers that perhaps he has been too complacent, too comfortable in simply being from somewhere but never belonging anywhere. The bothers him more than he thought it might.
I guess I don’t. I haven’t really considered it before. I’ve been content with the way things were. But now, it’s just makes me kind of… sad?
shahrizai
Shah the philosopher has left the building... maybe?