metaphor
So much had happened since he’d come to Novus – both good, and dark. Metaphor had reunited with Katniss – that was the important thing. Whatever else came, they would face it together. Still, the red stallion has to wonder what it all means. Darkness was upon them, whether caused by the magic, the gods, or something else entirely… and he had a nagging feeling that they would be powerless to stop the train that was heading their way. His mind is troubled, each step a bit weary as he wonders about what would come. True to his agreeable nature, Metaphor would certainly run with the punches as they came, but still his is anxious.
Tonight, he moves from Denocte with the intention of clearing his head. Leaving a note for Katniss, he leaves their humble home in the same way she had only days before, needing to find solace in nature and drink in the chill of the night air. Winter was touching down in Novus now, turning the world white with early snow and creating a thin mist that seemed to cover every path in the darkness. He does not worry though, for Maaemo’s light bounces steadily beside him, reminding him that hope can be found in the darkest of times.
It lights his path, as he presses northward to a place where he had never been before. Though the red stallion had no intention on stumbling into Bellum Steppe, he let his feet guide to whatever way they wished. In the moonlight, his route seemed clear, and he followed the path of stardust as it led him to the gemstone field. Whether by magic or simple intuition, he knew the way to go, stepping after several hours into the clearing as his breath catches in his throat to mask his gasp.
For here, in front of the stallion, there stood a field of delicate beauty. The earth keeper in him knows that it is not natural, and he dare not disturb such a scene… for this type of environment could only be created by magic… and Metaphor did not yet trust the strange magic in this stranger world. Instead of stepping into the field as so many before him had, the healer stays on the fringes, simply admiring the way the blossoms reflected the moonlight. For several minutes, he stands in anticipation, before turning back home, leaving the beautiful world behind him as he once more seeks the comforts of home.
@Random Events
***STAFF EDIT
@Metaphor has rolled a 2! He has been awarded +50 Signos for interacting with the flowers.
