02-03-2020, 01:35 PM
We got older and I should have known
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
The frosted roan is a frequent wanderer, and so to him, the idea of at least visiting the Resort wasn’t so bad. Ruinam might be more his kind than he’d thought once before - although they were in fact some form of opposites as well, a thing that he kept in mind when asking about both recruiters’ land climates.
The heat of the Resort seemed more bearable to Leilan now, than it once had in Ischia. Perhaps the latter was slightly hotter, while this island lay more to the north, benefitting to Leilan with a colder sea to the northern side of the island. He wondered briefly about Arquus’ thoughts, but they would not have to make any choice in the moment; two lands they would visit and tour, hear their political ambitions and connections. Although Leilan wasn’t honestly certain that he would truly leave Icicle Isle unguarded - truthfully he’d always keep tabs on his brother-by-oath. A sideways glance to Arquus and he figured that Brennen and Jesper would have liked him, too - he would have made an excellent Kraken, but times had not been forgiving enough for them to continue recruitment or even form a society - unless it was to be in secret.
Shaking such thoughts from his head, the scaled roan waited for low tide and swam where they could not walk. Any new abilities well-hidden under the icy scales that he had maintained, he had not cared to let the world know already that he had visited the fae for an upgrade - the choice to present himself as a horse, not a pointy-toothed monster. Because wasn’t that the point of his question? To not-immediately-show?
And then there was perhaps the tiniest doubt that he might shift and stay locked that way, like Beryl had at the time. Perhaps in quieter times -hah, would any ever come for him?- he would have dared to practise; for now, he settled with the idea of stealing away a few moments to try different parts of shifting before settling in for the whole thing.
He was, thankfully, already familiar with the changing eyes, teeth and scales; so those he had pretty good control over so far. Wings though… not quite yet, he thought. The idea of him flying as not fully shifted looked ridiculous in his mind, either way.
When they finally made it to the Resort, Leilan somehow expected parrots, like in Ischia - but there was a lack thereof, and so he noted to himself that there would be no pre-announcements at the time. A small shrug-like motion rolled through his shoulders as he started to move closer to the structures on the beach to investigate them; bringing him closer to the treeline just a bit, but not fully, as well.
”At least they know what good looks can bring them,” he muses aloud to his newly made friend. Looking to Arquus and then the Resort’s jungle, he calls out. Ruinam would come perhaps, or maybe just about anyone who lived here. Who, remained the question - and honestly Leilan’s personal choice would very much depend on it.
The heat of the Resort seemed more bearable to Leilan now, than it once had in Ischia. Perhaps the latter was slightly hotter, while this island lay more to the north, benefitting to Leilan with a colder sea to the northern side of the island. He wondered briefly about Arquus’ thoughts, but they would not have to make any choice in the moment; two lands they would visit and tour, hear their political ambitions and connections. Although Leilan wasn’t honestly certain that he would truly leave Icicle Isle unguarded - truthfully he’d always keep tabs on his brother-by-oath. A sideways glance to Arquus and he figured that Brennen and Jesper would have liked him, too - he would have made an excellent Kraken, but times had not been forgiving enough for them to continue recruitment or even form a society - unless it was to be in secret.
Shaking such thoughts from his head, the scaled roan waited for low tide and swam where they could not walk. Any new abilities well-hidden under the icy scales that he had maintained, he had not cared to let the world know already that he had visited the fae for an upgrade - the choice to present himself as a horse, not a pointy-toothed monster. Because wasn’t that the point of his question? To not-immediately-show?
And then there was perhaps the tiniest doubt that he might shift and stay locked that way, like Beryl had at the time. Perhaps in quieter times -hah, would any ever come for him?- he would have dared to practise; for now, he settled with the idea of stealing away a few moments to try different parts of shifting before settling in for the whole thing.
He was, thankfully, already familiar with the changing eyes, teeth and scales; so those he had pretty good control over so far. Wings though… not quite yet, he thought. The idea of him flying as not fully shifted looked ridiculous in his mind, either way.
When they finally made it to the Resort, Leilan somehow expected parrots, like in Ischia - but there was a lack thereof, and so he noted to himself that there would be no pre-announcements at the time. A small shrug-like motion rolled through his shoulders as he started to move closer to the structures on the beach to investigate them; bringing him closer to the treeline just a bit, but not fully, as well.
”At least they know what good looks can bring them,” he muses aloud to his newly made friend. Looking to Arquus and then the Resort’s jungle, he calls out. Ruinam would come perhaps, or maybe just about anyone who lived here. Who, remained the question - and honestly Leilan’s personal choice would very much depend on it.
Leilan
no. 7 | ice forged in fire
@[Arquus] @[Ruinam] @anyone who likes to help recruit! ^^
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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