09-02-2016, 12:16 PM
It had been an interesting morning to say the least. In here entirety Beqanna had changed and her magic had seeped towards the center quickly, ushering it's magic and greatness into the form of one mountain. They had then awoken, all of them in the same place, making their way down to discover that not only had the lands changed, but so had they. Though unlike the rest he didn't need the time to adjust to bodily or magical changes. He had started life without any differences and without the gift of a trait. The only difference for him was the curly haired coat in which covered his body from ears to hoof.
He knew no one of concern that he felt the need to search out, so instead he heads to the field, knowing that this was a time to gather groups. The world of Beqanna would soon be at rest and like he had discovered when he was younger, numbers meant survival. Especially in a world that had only hours ago been on an uneven balance. Slowly he steps into the field snorting softly at the sight of beautifully overgrown grass and for a moment he stops, dark brown eyes tracing over the landscape.
It was from somewhere deep within that told him to gather together those who may follow his unknown face. It was then he sees her. He watches her wander, how the smile on her face appears excitedly then disappears with unsure hesitancy. He had once known how that felt, long ago and with a soft sigh he steps forward heading in her direction. "Excuse me," his voice is deep and resonates across the empty space between them. "I don't mean to bother you, but my name is Eskil," he smiles softly as he comes to a stop making sure he is a safe enough distance away that she feels comfortable. "Are you looking for a home?"
He knew no one of concern that he felt the need to search out, so instead he heads to the field, knowing that this was a time to gather groups. The world of Beqanna would soon be at rest and like he had discovered when he was younger, numbers meant survival. Especially in a world that had only hours ago been on an uneven balance. Slowly he steps into the field snorting softly at the sight of beautifully overgrown grass and for a moment he stops, dark brown eyes tracing over the landscape.
It was from somewhere deep within that told him to gather together those who may follow his unknown face. It was then he sees her. He watches her wander, how the smile on her face appears excitedly then disappears with unsure hesitancy. He had once known how that felt, long ago and with a soft sigh he steps forward heading in her direction. "Excuse me," his voice is deep and resonates across the empty space between them. "I don't mean to bother you, but my name is Eskil," he smiles softly as he comes to a stop making sure he is a safe enough distance away that she feels comfortable. "Are you looking for a home?"