Takei
With his other senses heightened by the drastic lack of one of them, Takei is quick to catch the sound of approaching hoofsteps. His head swings around toward the sound of hooves clattering against pebbles. It reminds him — for a bitter moment — of the way his friends would dance along the beaches and allow their own hooves to scrape against rock and sand as the sun sunk into the ocean. His breath catches in his throat (the image so clear in his mind he could practically touch his friends around him) but then the newcomer’s voice drags his thoughts away from his memories.
It seems Hyaline is held in high regard to be a place of security. Despite his gray mood, a fleeting smile tugs at his lips. Takei is grateful still for Keeper’s guidance in bringing him to this place and her words have yet to disappoint. The newcomer — a female, by the sound of her voice and the scents that diffuse off her skin — speaks of the Chamber and the Jungle. They are terms that prick at the back of Takei’s mind; words that are not often spoken since Beqanna shook to the core and destroyed all that used to be.
The red and ivory stallion is pulled from his thoughts a second time by the responding words of Solace. He assumes the title she gives (“caretaker”) is something of importance, but he knows nothing of politics or thrones (he is of the ocean and wind, a chaser of seagulls and a teaser of the tides). Her introduction to Hyaline is warm nonetheless and Takei feels at ease for a moment at the security her words bring.
His peace is shattered when he remembers how twisted words can become.
A shuddering drag of a breath pulls itself into Takei’s lungs. His head swings low to the ground then, sunken by the weight of his anxieties and the helplessness he feels. The stallion attempts to put on a brave face, ears twitching toward Solace. “As Caretaker of Hyaline, what are your duties?” He feels ridiculous for asking such a question, but his lack of knowledge in regards to the kingdoms is blatantly obvious at this point.
It seems Hyaline is held in high regard to be a place of security. Despite his gray mood, a fleeting smile tugs at his lips. Takei is grateful still for Keeper’s guidance in bringing him to this place and her words have yet to disappoint. The newcomer — a female, by the sound of her voice and the scents that diffuse off her skin — speaks of the Chamber and the Jungle. They are terms that prick at the back of Takei’s mind; words that are not often spoken since Beqanna shook to the core and destroyed all that used to be.
The red and ivory stallion is pulled from his thoughts a second time by the responding words of Solace. He assumes the title she gives (“caretaker”) is something of importance, but he knows nothing of politics or thrones (he is of the ocean and wind, a chaser of seagulls and a teaser of the tides). Her introduction to Hyaline is warm nonetheless and Takei feels at ease for a moment at the security her words bring.
His peace is shattered when he remembers how twisted words can become.
A shuddering drag of a breath pulls itself into Takei’s lungs. His head swings low to the ground then, sunken by the weight of his anxieties and the helplessness he feels. The stallion attempts to put on a brave face, ears twitching toward Solace. “As Caretaker of Hyaline, what are your duties?” He feels ridiculous for asking such a question, but his lack of knowledge in regards to the kingdoms is blatantly obvious at this point.
watch the mind run far away, way ahead of us