10-29-2016, 01:01 AM
dark, you can't come soon enough for me
He can see the young mare thinking, and he waits with undisguised curiosity as she tries to wrack her brains.
And then … yes, he’s been mentioned. It makes it all the more likely that he is the girl’s father. It wouldn’t make much sense to mention a random fling to your child otherwise, would it? “Then perhaps I am your father. You should ask Blazed … your mother I mean. She’d be able to confirm it.” Or not. She really doesn’t look like him in the slightest, but she does obviously take after her mother.
She asks after where he lives, and a wry smile crosses his face. “Here in the meadow for the moment, most days anyway. I used to have a herd in a little place called Paradise Beach, but after the change, I couldn’t find anyone. They’re all gone.” Of course, his herd had been dwindling long before that (it’s hard to find mares that see the traited for what they truly are), but she doesn’t need to know the details. “None of the new lands have really appealed to me.” That is to say, they are full of former traited beings in the process of trying to regain their traits. He had been hopeful for Hellbane’s vision of a land and leadership that at least recognized the dangers of magic … but it appears more and more likely these days that his vision will come to naught.
He can’t help but let out a tiny sight at that thought, but he re-plasters the smile on his face, and turns the question on the girl (who still hasn’t named herself, he abruptly realizes). “What about you? Where do you call home?” Likely one of the new territories - so few recognize the dangers they pose. “What’s your name, by the way?”
And then … yes, he’s been mentioned. It makes it all the more likely that he is the girl’s father. It wouldn’t make much sense to mention a random fling to your child otherwise, would it? “Then perhaps I am your father. You should ask Blazed … your mother I mean. She’d be able to confirm it.” Or not. She really doesn’t look like him in the slightest, but she does obviously take after her mother.
She asks after where he lives, and a wry smile crosses his face. “Here in the meadow for the moment, most days anyway. I used to have a herd in a little place called Paradise Beach, but after the change, I couldn’t find anyone. They’re all gone.” Of course, his herd had been dwindling long before that (it’s hard to find mares that see the traited for what they truly are), but she doesn’t need to know the details. “None of the new lands have really appealed to me.” That is to say, they are full of former traited beings in the process of trying to regain their traits. He had been hopeful for Hellbane’s vision of a land and leadership that at least recognized the dangers of magic … but it appears more and more likely these days that his vision will come to naught.
He can’t help but let out a tiny sight at that thought, but he re-plasters the smile on his face, and turns the question on the girl (who still hasn’t named herself, he abruptly realizes). “What about you? Where do you call home?” Likely one of the new territories - so few recognize the dangers they pose. “What’s your name, by the way?”