12-26-2019, 08:01 AM
Aodhán
little fire
All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
The purple woman is an oddity in the flowery meadows. Most who come here simply are Noah’s or Castile’s relations, and no-one else seems to be interested. The peace and solitude are as much part of the vibrant-coloured herdland as the flowers and the sparse bushes and trees in these hills, although honestly for such vibrant colours the male often yearns for just a few more vibrant faces to accompany him. More visitors are key, he thinks, and hopefully in due time there may be one or some who’d like to stay.
The shiny winged woman seems a little reserved, and asks a question that sounds rather silly to the stallion. Maybe she’s trying to start off with a joke? He’s not sure. She smells of Loess, certainly she will know about Noah ruling and her being a mare - perhaps she has even been told of the untrustworthy ruckus-maker trying to overthrow her once.
At least, he’s quite certain that that is what Castile calls him behind his back.
His emerald orbs fixate on the mare, but they are soon approached by a filly. The yearling girl has some of Carwyn’s build perhaps, something in the lines of her face seem to be similar; then again he could be completely wrong. Noah hadn’t had a second child had she? No, he doesn’t think so. Still. He could be wrong.
Addressing the purple mare first, he shrugs a little. “In a way. The Pampas is under many horses’ protection, if that’s truly what you’re asking. It’ll never be unprotected, even if it seems to be a little… uninhabited.” He remembers vague notions of his mother’s meetings with diplomats, and that they’re not always as straightforward in what they wish to know. Better to ask for clarity than give the wrong answer, he thinks.
Turning to the filly who had approached, he nods to her. “I’m Aodhán. I live here, with just a few others. Who’s the family you wish to find?” he wishes to know. Perhaps he can help her find her destination, and then find out some more about the mysteriously visiting Loessian.
After all, they’d thus far left them alone in the Pampas. Exception being Cyprin sent their way to keep an eye on him.
It’s not like he hadn’t noticed what she truly was here for. It was just another way of Castile saying he didn’t trust him, even if they’d only met once.
The shiny winged woman seems a little reserved, and asks a question that sounds rather silly to the stallion. Maybe she’s trying to start off with a joke? He’s not sure. She smells of Loess, certainly she will know about Noah ruling and her being a mare - perhaps she has even been told of the untrustworthy ruckus-maker trying to overthrow her once.
At least, he’s quite certain that that is what Castile calls him behind his back.
His emerald orbs fixate on the mare, but they are soon approached by a filly. The yearling girl has some of Carwyn’s build perhaps, something in the lines of her face seem to be similar; then again he could be completely wrong. Noah hadn’t had a second child had she? No, he doesn’t think so. Still. He could be wrong.
Addressing the purple mare first, he shrugs a little. “In a way. The Pampas is under many horses’ protection, if that’s truly what you’re asking. It’ll never be unprotected, even if it seems to be a little… uninhabited.” He remembers vague notions of his mother’s meetings with diplomats, and that they’re not always as straightforward in what they wish to know. Better to ask for clarity than give the wrong answer, he thinks.
Turning to the filly who had approached, he nods to her. “I’m Aodhán. I live here, with just a few others. Who’s the family you wish to find?” he wishes to know. Perhaps he can help her find her destination, and then find out some more about the mysteriously visiting Loessian.
After all, they’d thus far left them alone in the Pampas. Exception being Cyprin sent their way to keep an eye on him.
It’s not like he hadn’t noticed what she truly was here for. It was just another way of Castile saying he didn’t trust him, even if they’d only met once.
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