of lost things;; any

[Rouhi]

Rouhi

Surely this moment could mark a new frontier in his rather prosaic life, a glint in his eyes shimmered as he nodded at the mare, unsure of whether she was even looking at him. The stallion gathered himself and moved with her, aborting his usual clumsy walk while he matched her pace, "Sure" he spoke up silently as he joined the mare quietly, unsure of how to connect to her; he was quiet, shy and rather unsure of himself most of the time but that needed to change and so he parched his dried lips to speak "So what brings you here" he stutters for a moment but rebalances his prattle "It's looking rather un-interesting out here" he tallied as he moved with her, looking around himself, there was practically nothing in sight, the plague was gripping beqanna like a tight fist, the grip only getting stronger as everything struggled. The stallion shivered for a moment before returning his attention to the mare, realising he was straying from her path.

Rouhi wanted to use this moment to change himself, shape his quiet personality into a loud-mouthed crow, or possibly just something a little more interesting. He began with his gait, his short steps created a patter that represented the walk of deer, not entirely intimidating, Rouhi elongated his droopy legs and began to walk in a longer gait, placing his feet firmly on the ground, even this small change had made him more confident, a wide smile appearing on his lips as he moved forward, almost already reverting to his deer walk, too busy indulging in his new-found joy.

— Keep your dreams in check —

@[North] Sorry if this is structured weirdly or something is off, almost 2 in the morning so I can't see too well aha