08-21-2018, 07:15 AM
Hephaestus
There is comfort found in the cool of his shade. Apprehensively, he ducks his head down low and keeps his eye trained upon the winding mountain road. The travelers' footfalls grew louder as they drew nearer and soon their figures were in plain view of him. Solace leads a strange painted mare and they both halt to admire the scenery around them. Together there is an excitement as the newcomer dances in place. Hephaestus remembered his first time visiting Hyaline. The beauty of the mountainous terrain had reminded him of his home across the sea. There had been joy mixed with a feeling of apprehension. His memories of his childhood home were varied, but he found comfort nestled among the ridges and cliffs.
He remained perfectly still as they continued to linger. Curiosity was not a trait he often possessed, but it seemed Solace sensed his eyes upon them. She moved towards his hiding place and his body grew rigid. It appeard as though the new mare was considering Hyaline as her home, he would only serve to hurt the queen's cause.
Solace's voice beckoned to him and his throat tightened. He had found peace there, but some curses were harder to dispose of. Hiding himself away was easy and he embraced the familiarity of the task. But he had never been able to hide from either of the land's rulers. Theu sought him out and forced him to question the very foundations he had built himself upon.
Tentatively he forced himself forward, stepping carefully into the light. The third eye upon his forehead blinked angrily and he carefully tossed a peice of his forelock over top his more grotesque features. Cordially he nodded towards Solace, keeping himself angled ever so carefully away from the stranger.
He remained perfectly still as they continued to linger. Curiosity was not a trait he often possessed, but it seemed Solace sensed his eyes upon them. She moved towards his hiding place and his body grew rigid. It appeard as though the new mare was considering Hyaline as her home, he would only serve to hurt the queen's cause.
Solace's voice beckoned to him and his throat tightened. He had found peace there, but some curses were harder to dispose of. Hiding himself away was easy and he embraced the familiarity of the task. But he had never been able to hide from either of the land's rulers. Theu sought him out and forced him to question the very foundations he had built himself upon.
Tentatively he forced himself forward, stepping carefully into the light. The third eye upon his forehead blinked angrily and he carefully tossed a peice of his forelock over top his more grotesque features. Cordially he nodded towards Solace, keeping himself angled ever so carefully away from the stranger.
Break My Shackles To Set Me Free
@[Thalassa] @[Solace]