04-06-2015, 09:33 PM
all things are possible
even the worst of things
even the worst of things
He is meant to be a warrior. He had always known that. But in all honesty, he has, at this point, had very little in the way of battle training. Then again, he hasn’t been pushing for it either. With everything he had been busy doing lately, it had seemed less and less important. And at the moment, his mother was really too busy to notice. He knows he should rectify that lack. And he will. Eventually.
But when Librette comments on his lack of observation, if could have, he would have been blushing. He is relatively observant… when something catches his interest. He had seen landscapes similar to the Valley’s a hundred times before, so he had virtually ignored it in favor of finding the mare. He recognizes the faults in his inattention, and he knows if he ever wanted to be a good warrior, he would need to improve dramatically. Some small part of him actually hopes that the winged mare might help him. She seems to be a competent enough warrior, and he already likes her enough that he figures he could easily pay attention to what she has to say.
When she offers him a tour, he jumps on the opportunity eagerly. His deep brown eyes light up in excitement as he steps forward.
Yes!
Suddenly realizing that he is probably not improving her opinion of him, he clears his throat (again), visibly settling himself. As she begins walking, Shahrizai follows her in a forcedly sedate manner. Before long however, his natural exuberance reasserts itself and he is walking beside her with a spritely step.
When they reach the tree, he stares at it in fascination, studying the gnarled roots and twisted branches. He could tell immediately, without a single word from Librette, that there is something special about this tree. It stands alone in a landscape that had been turned inside out by earthquakes, but somehow it has managed to not only survive, but flourish. When the plain mare begins to speak, he cocks one dark ear in her direction without removing his gaze from the crooked tree. After hearing her words however, his bright gaze jumps to her, widening in awe.
It brought you back to life? How?
He pauses for a brief moment before more questions come pouring from his mouth like vomit.
You haven’t always had wings? Has it given you other powers? Will it take it away if you leave the Valley? My mom told me the jungle can give you some special things, but that it’ll go away if you leave. Can you get that here too? Is that what the tree does?
But when Librette comments on his lack of observation, if could have, he would have been blushing. He is relatively observant… when something catches his interest. He had seen landscapes similar to the Valley’s a hundred times before, so he had virtually ignored it in favor of finding the mare. He recognizes the faults in his inattention, and he knows if he ever wanted to be a good warrior, he would need to improve dramatically. Some small part of him actually hopes that the winged mare might help him. She seems to be a competent enough warrior, and he already likes her enough that he figures he could easily pay attention to what she has to say.
When she offers him a tour, he jumps on the opportunity eagerly. His deep brown eyes light up in excitement as he steps forward.
Yes!
Suddenly realizing that he is probably not improving her opinion of him, he clears his throat (again), visibly settling himself. As she begins walking, Shahrizai follows her in a forcedly sedate manner. Before long however, his natural exuberance reasserts itself and he is walking beside her with a spritely step.
When they reach the tree, he stares at it in fascination, studying the gnarled roots and twisted branches. He could tell immediately, without a single word from Librette, that there is something special about this tree. It stands alone in a landscape that had been turned inside out by earthquakes, but somehow it has managed to not only survive, but flourish. When the plain mare begins to speak, he cocks one dark ear in her direction without removing his gaze from the crooked tree. After hearing her words however, his bright gaze jumps to her, widening in awe.
It brought you back to life? How?
He pauses for a brief moment before more questions come pouring from his mouth like vomit.
You haven’t always had wings? Has it given you other powers? Will it take it away if you leave the Valley? My mom told me the jungle can give you some special things, but that it’ll go away if you leave. Can you get that here too? Is that what the tree does?
shahrizai