Your future's in an oblong box (Evils/Neutrals)

[Eld]

Just throw it back, for one more night On a starlit and moon-struck night. I've become quite used to getting sodden. I had after all entered Beqanna on one of the stormiest of days. The thunder boiled above, lightning had lit the dark, clouded heavens and I, I was stood in the heart of the field, as sodden as though I'd stepped out from bursting river banks. My strawberry roan coat dripped, even now, as I trotted through the Field. I'd been wandering, green eyes looking out for potential lost souls drifting along the masses. When the heavens opened, the thunder promised skies had threatened, I decided perhaps it was best to leave, finding it not that productive. My ears laid back against my crown, lost within the slick wet mounds of red mane, my vast feathers dripped and trickled with water and mud as I trotted, sinking here in patches and slipping in others. Clumsy at the best of times, I tried to take it easier when the ground was this slippery. However, my attention was diverted and I lost my backend briefly, before slipping on my flank and having myself back up. If I were not already blushed red in colour, and was even capable of such a colourful taint, my cheeks would have risen a crimson red. I continued though, spotting a dark shadow, standing right in the heart of the meadow. I'd been there once. Cold, wet and alone. I whinnied gently, before deciding to approach, as I turned my wayward direction, another joined him. By the time I reached the two steeds, I caught his words. The rain ran off my face as I greeted the pair. 'Not such a pleasant day!' I said, my tone as cheery as a lark song, even with matts of hair sticking up and laying flat against my soaked frame. 'Hello, Warship. And, Sir. I'm Eld, of the Falls.' I say, trying to keep it simple, but as ever my lips part and I seem to lose all control of my thoughts. Nervous habit I'd hazard a guess. 'I understand the term washing away regret, sorrow. But this, this takes the green grass of it! You'd get cold standing there for too long. I can offer you a place to stay, not far from here. It saw me fit for shelter, and that's something! You look like you could do with a nice bit of grass, a bit of rest.' The ground did fold and eat us both But all my love, I did devote. - resident of the falls -