05-20-2015, 10:58 PM
all things are possible
even the worst of things
even the worst of things
He is ambling along at a quiet pace, enjoying his meandering stroll through the leafy, humid foliage of the Jungle. It is then that he hears that distinctive call ring out through the trees. He would recognize his mother’s voice anywhere. It is rather distinctive after all. His dark ears flick forward, head turning in the direction that the summons had come from. He pauses for a moment, before turning and continuing in that direction. His pace quickens noticeably, his curiosity driving him forward. He wonders what reasons his mother could have for calling the kingdom together. He is not sworn to the Jungle, but neither his he sworn to any other kingdom. And this is the perfect opportunity to gather some information with which to make his choice.
His original intent had been to visit his mother (soon to be accomplished) and to meet his newest siblings (hopefully also soon to be accomplished). The time he has spent with Librette’s two girl’s weighs heavily upon his mind. That he had met them already but not his own siblings bothers him. Which he now fully intends to rectify.
The thought of the twin girls brings a slight smile to his lips. Both are delightful, but Val’s antics especially made him laugh. The filly is bright and precocious, a combination that certainly spells trouble. He could imagine she would run her mother ragged (little does he know how ragged she might run him).
This is how he can be found when he nearly stumbles into the gathering group of mares - lost entirely in thought. He comes abruptly back to the present, focusing his gaze on the flame colored mare standing before them. A wide smile stretches his lips as he watches her, coffee colored eyes twinkling. He has no doubt she would be surprised to see him (not that she would be likely to show it, of course). He hadn’t exactly announced that he was coming. Granted, he himself hadn’t known he was coming.
He listens closely to her words, his expression filled with intense curiosity. It is not his place to speak, to give his opinion, but he cannot help but add his own quip to the mix.
Honestly, it might spice things up in the Valley as well. It’s been as dull over there as it has been here.
His tone is full of wry humor, his dark eyes mischievous. Sometimes, he just can’t help himself.
His original intent had been to visit his mother (soon to be accomplished) and to meet his newest siblings (hopefully also soon to be accomplished). The time he has spent with Librette’s two girl’s weighs heavily upon his mind. That he had met them already but not his own siblings bothers him. Which he now fully intends to rectify.
The thought of the twin girls brings a slight smile to his lips. Both are delightful, but Val’s antics especially made him laugh. The filly is bright and precocious, a combination that certainly spells trouble. He could imagine she would run her mother ragged (little does he know how ragged she might run him).
This is how he can be found when he nearly stumbles into the gathering group of mares - lost entirely in thought. He comes abruptly back to the present, focusing his gaze on the flame colored mare standing before them. A wide smile stretches his lips as he watches her, coffee colored eyes twinkling. He has no doubt she would be surprised to see him (not that she would be likely to show it, of course). He hadn’t exactly announced that he was coming. Granted, he himself hadn’t known he was coming.
He listens closely to her words, his expression filled with intense curiosity. It is not his place to speak, to give his opinion, but he cannot help but add his own quip to the mix.
Honestly, it might spice things up in the Valley as well. It’s been as dull over there as it has been here.
His tone is full of wry humor, his dark eyes mischievous. Sometimes, he just can’t help himself.
shahrizai