08-11-2015, 03:48 AM
As he stands there, ever so awkwardly waiting for the stranger to respond, his mind wanders.
He can't help but wonder what they're doing now, off in the depths of their muggy jungle home. Are they happy there, with Gendry's family? Have they perhaps even started a family of their own?
What would their children look like? Would they have Arrya's bay coat? Or would they inherit Gendry's orange and red? Or even some combination of the two? And who would they take after, personality wise? Would they have Arrya's spunk and fire, or would they have Gendry's surliness (hiding that kind heart deep within)? He would like to meet them, he thinks. As much as it would hurt. He'd like to know Arrya's children.
The stallion speaks then and Rhory blinks in embarrassment. He needs to stop living in his head. He is here and now. Arrya and Gendry are far, far away. And any children of theirs might not even exist.
The stranger says that they've met before and Rhory narrows his eyes at he roan, forcing himself to focus. Yes ... he does seem familiar ... somehow. Then the Tundra is mentioned, and a faint, faint memory is sparked - of a cold, snowy night, years ago. "O-oh. Yes. Well, I was. Not anymore. Not for a long time." He had failed so horribly at that venture, just as he's failed at everything else. "I'm Rhory."
He can't help but wonder what they're doing now, off in the depths of their muggy jungle home. Are they happy there, with Gendry's family? Have they perhaps even started a family of their own?
What would their children look like? Would they have Arrya's bay coat? Or would they inherit Gendry's orange and red? Or even some combination of the two? And who would they take after, personality wise? Would they have Arrya's spunk and fire, or would they have Gendry's surliness (hiding that kind heart deep within)? He would like to meet them, he thinks. As much as it would hurt. He'd like to know Arrya's children.
The stallion speaks then and Rhory blinks in embarrassment. He needs to stop living in his head. He is here and now. Arrya and Gendry are far, far away. And any children of theirs might not even exist.
The stranger says that they've met before and Rhory narrows his eyes at he roan, forcing himself to focus. Yes ... he does seem familiar ... somehow. Then the Tundra is mentioned, and a faint, faint memory is sparked - of a cold, snowy night, years ago. "O-oh. Yes. Well, I was. Not anymore. Not for a long time." He had failed so horribly at that venture, just as he's failed at everything else. "I'm Rhory."