01-22-2019, 08:09 PM
Nazariy watched the stallion with a fair amount of interest. The stallion's name was Alvorr, and Nazariy could almost feel his brain working to stow the knowledge away in the far corners of his mind. It didn't take much for Nazariy to recognise the pride in Alvorr's words. He seemed like a stallion whose name belonged to him in a fully rebellious, reclaimed way.
Nazariy wondered where his companion had come from, this kind and tired stranger ending up in a field that seemed to speak of much presence, of being at points populated. He wondered why Alvorr had chosen this place to attempt to rest. Where do you come from? Nazariy nearly cursed, considering that was the question that plagued him in turn. He forced himself to speak. "I come from a seaside kingdom, a few thousand miles from here. It's called Jularius." He smiled.
Nazariy wondered where his companion had come from, this kind and tired stranger ending up in a field that seemed to speak of much presence, of being at points populated. He wondered why Alvorr had chosen this place to attempt to rest. Where do you come from? Nazariy nearly cursed, considering that was the question that plagued him in turn. He forced himself to speak. "I come from a seaside kingdom, a few thousand miles from here. It's called Jularius." He smiled.