04-25-2016, 10:29 PM
V A K A R I A N
i'd rather be a riot than indifferent
Phaedrus pauses for a moment, seemingly deep in thought, and Vakarian gives him a moment to process whatever he’s thinking about. When he finishes, he does not share, and simply smiles and begins to lead her away.
As they walk, the bobcat trots along on her other side, humming happily away. Vakarian listens for a moment, but can’t make head nor tails of the tune. Neither, apparently, can Phaedrus, as he quickly comments that she should let him know if Sheba gets annoying (at which the cat hums all the louder). Vakarian chuckles. “Oh I don’t mind.” The humming is odd to be sure, but not entirely unpleasant.
He asks what brought her to the field and she looks away momentarily. It’s a good question really. “I’m not sure, to be honest. I used to live in the Valley, a long time ago, was born there in fact and when I came back to Beqanna I didn’t really feel like going back.” What with both of her parents gone, it hadn’t felt like there’d be much of a point in going back. “I guess I just wanted to experience something new.”
They walk for some time, moving easily through the underbrush as Phaedrus brushes it away easily with his wings. Finally they come out upon a field and Phaedrus introduces it as his territory, the Golden Plains. She can hear the tension in his voice - clearly he’s nervous about her first impression of the territory. Luckily for him she’s quite pleased. The rolling fields of golden grass, spotted with trees and ending in a large pool of water is quite pleasant to the eye, and she could see herself possibly enjoying herself here. She smiles as Sheba climbs and drapes herself over a nearby try, and turns her head to look at Phaedrus. “It’s quite lovely Phaedrus.” Her eyes travel momentarily back to the field before them. She can’t see anyone else, but the smell of other mares is thick upon the land. “How many other mares do you have living here?”
As they walk, the bobcat trots along on her other side, humming happily away. Vakarian listens for a moment, but can’t make head nor tails of the tune. Neither, apparently, can Phaedrus, as he quickly comments that she should let him know if Sheba gets annoying (at which the cat hums all the louder). Vakarian chuckles. “Oh I don’t mind.” The humming is odd to be sure, but not entirely unpleasant.
He asks what brought her to the field and she looks away momentarily. It’s a good question really. “I’m not sure, to be honest. I used to live in the Valley, a long time ago, was born there in fact and when I came back to Beqanna I didn’t really feel like going back.” What with both of her parents gone, it hadn’t felt like there’d be much of a point in going back. “I guess I just wanted to experience something new.”
They walk for some time, moving easily through the underbrush as Phaedrus brushes it away easily with his wings. Finally they come out upon a field and Phaedrus introduces it as his territory, the Golden Plains. She can hear the tension in his voice - clearly he’s nervous about her first impression of the territory. Luckily for him she’s quite pleased. The rolling fields of golden grass, spotted with trees and ending in a large pool of water is quite pleasant to the eye, and she could see herself possibly enjoying herself here. She smiles as Sheba climbs and drapes herself over a nearby try, and turns her head to look at Phaedrus. “It’s quite lovely Phaedrus.” Her eyes travel momentarily back to the field before them. She can’t see anyone else, but the smell of other mares is thick upon the land. “How many other mares do you have living here?”
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