[AW] Horseplay

[Mephisto]

Mephisto
dusk court warrior

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he wonders what sorts of books might catch her eye, never really giving much thought to certain topics which interested her.  In a life which seemed so long ago, she had simply been born with a will to survive.  There had been no time for reading or for games.  Instead, Mephisto’s every day was one which fought for tomorrow.  She had been born to a sickly mother who had done her best to care for her, but as the winter days grew long and cold, the mare had perished and left her child to wander alone.  So it had been for the first several years of her life – Mephisto had simply learned to fend for herself, relying on her own resourcefulness to get by.

So she has no frame of reference when he mentions philosophy and religion.  The gods had never been kind to her, so Mephisto had never really seen fir to worship them.  Still, she does not fault those who do.  In her eight years, she had met all types – believers and non-believers alike.  It was good that they were all different, she supposed – for she could leave the imagining to the philosophers, and the worship to the faithful.

What concerned her now, was magic… for magic had been the thing which had captivated her senses over the past several months.  Chewing her lip thoughtfully, she wondered if this playful red stallion would wonder at the darkness in her as she questions aloud, “Do you think they have books about magic?  Ones which explain how to control it?”  Perhaps there was hope for her yet, to make sense of the strangeness and newness of her magic.  She’d been looking for answers inwardly, but Mephisto was willing to admit that a book might be useful.  

Making up her mind that it was worth a trip, she asked, “Maybe I could join you?  I hadn’t meant to see the library… but it sounds like somewhere worth a stop.  Where did you say it was?”

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Mephisto | "speaks" | @Willfur

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