A dreamer with the fever to
be great was all I ever wanted
be great was all I ever wanted
Charlie wanders up next to the man, staring out over the prairie like him, vermillion eyes bright and sharp and wondering. “Caligo?” she quips, head tilting slightly to one side. The young girl had heard the stories of when the gods had come down from the mountain and walked among their people, but she hadn’t been born then. It seemed impossible to her.
“You don’t smell like Denocte,” the filly observes, glancing at the stallion. There isn’t the familiar scent of spice and smoke clinging to him like it seems to everyone else in the court. He could be new, or he could not be from here at all. “Why are you waiting for Caligo?”
Indy shifts her weight upon Charlie’s shoulders, keeping a watchful eye over the stranger and his bonded. The girl can feel the osprey’s wariness across their bond; the osprey is too protective of her. “I don’t know. I’m looking for something new, and you’re new,” she responds, “New to me and Indy, at least. I’m Charlie.”
The pegasus girl smiles. Her dark, short hair is a tousled mess upon her head, but her spirit is bright and burning. “I like your lion. You two look a lot alike,” in fact, Charlie doesn’t think she’s ever seen a horse and their bonded look so much alike. She tries to imagine what Indy would look like with her dark coloration and laughs to herself.
you and i, we're pioneers
we make our own rules