this small boy with his hungry mouth, burning,
for a scrap of armor, blazing for a shard of love
for a scrap of armor, blazing for a shard of love
He can’t help the fond smile that pulls across his lips at Toro’s voice, a smile that softens the lines of his face and makes him ever-so-much a boyish youth again, all gangly legs and breathless exultations, youthful enough to still believe in the idea that gods were just beings instead of the cruel, fickle creatures they were -- the moment passes quickly, but a shadow of the boy he could have been still lingers in the way he shifts forward, his seaglass eyes bright against the pale of his face.
“I need you to smuggle me into Solterra.” It’s risky, even asking Toro for such a delicate matter -- but he trusts the stallion, possibly far more than he really should, but he lays his cards on the table and hopes that his trust is not misplaced. Once upon a time, he might have simply tried to sneak in -- but that was a time when he still had his magic, and before Raum had supposedly closed off the Oasis and posted guards to the major entrances of the Day Court.
"Can you do that for me?"
@El Toro
you were only a boy,
when you were thrown into a war.
when you were thrown into a war.
