Of Hamilton & Yasmine
He steps back into the land of his birth with an easy, almost careless grace, and his eyes are bright with curiosity at the changed landscape. The Field, at least, seemed to be the same as it had been when he'd worn the fuzzy coat of a foal; the same endless fields and the same shifting, swirling crowds of recruiters with their well-worn speeches received into the ears of those who had come in search of something to belong to, something to give their time and energy to other than simply the daily tasks that kept their bodies healthy and upright. Watching one such dance, a young mare with multiple suitors, each of which was attempting to outdo his rivals in an attempt to impress said mare, Voltage can't help but snort with private derision. Words were so often empty. Without any value or truth behind them. It was inner thoughts, the hidden mind laid bare, that was where real truths were found. And the bay stallion, of practiced nondescript appearance and an inborn, well-honed gift for telepathy, had found many truths in the minds about him, minds whose owners never even noticed his careful delvings. Useless gossip and petty worries about things that would never concern him also, of course, but one had to expect garbage alongside treasure.
He had actually been here for several days, updating his own brain accordingly, learning about the changes that had come to Beqanna (and my, what grand changes they had been!) since the days where Nexa and her mercenaries had so rapidly risen to power, even toppling a kingdom, before just as swiftly disappearing like a shooting star. There had been no mention of his former leader's name in any of the equine minds he had searched, nor mention of mercenary history. Truth be told, he would have been much surprised if there had been. But now it is time for him to step forth, see things unfolding in front of him once again. Perhaps there would even be something grand enough to catch his own attention. Turning away from the still-ongoing courtship unfolding that short distance away, he lets out a yawn. There wasn't even any place left that he might visit for nostalgia's sake were he so inclined. Not his father's herdland, not the land the mercenaries had held for their own, nor the kingdom they had conquered....all had been swallowed up by Beqanna itself. Still. Carpe diem, the telepath tells himself, and waits for just that chance.
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