07-27-2019, 05:42 AM
Aodhán
ice and fire
All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
Joining a land had never seemed so troublesome to Aodhán - here he had found a pretty place, and then it turned out to be completely empty. It made him sad to think about what could have happened. A natural disaster? Someone being called away for something else? But then…
Then he was truly alone here.
How to join a leader that was absent? How to even recruit anyone to come with him, if he couldn’t promise them someone would be here to protect them? The flowery meadows were one thing - truly beautiful as he had seen them over the course of the last day of winter when he first arrived here, through all of spring so far. But beauty could not be enough to make a home. A home had people in it.
His owl form seemed to attract no visitors, and so he lands and changes back to a horse form. Calling out, expecting no answers. Truly he had imagined something different of this place.
He sighs, taking a mouthful of grass. Slowly it begins to dawn, and so it also slowly begins to dawn on him.
If no one arrives today, then maybe he should lead this himself - it was a herdland after all, it couldn’t be much trouble politically right? Maybe he could have the children visit, maybe some liveliness here could attract more horses, more family. He certainly didn’t care if they would truly be related or not. But this emptiness, was something he really couldn’t bear much longer.
Then he was truly alone here.
How to join a leader that was absent? How to even recruit anyone to come with him, if he couldn’t promise them someone would be here to protect them? The flowery meadows were one thing - truly beautiful as he had seen them over the course of the last day of winter when he first arrived here, through all of spring so far. But beauty could not be enough to make a home. A home had people in it.
His owl form seemed to attract no visitors, and so he lands and changes back to a horse form. Calling out, expecting no answers. Truly he had imagined something different of this place.
He sighs, taking a mouthful of grass. Slowly it begins to dawn, and so it also slowly begins to dawn on him.
If no one arrives today, then maybe he should lead this himself - it was a herdland after all, it couldn’t be much trouble politically right? Maybe he could have the children visit, maybe some liveliness here could attract more horses, more family. He certainly didn’t care if they would truly be related or not. But this emptiness, was something he really couldn’t bear much longer.
Boop!