galileo
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sober thoughts in drowning minds
Too many friends, he thinks to himself. Wouldn't it be nice to have such a problem.
But no, he knows he too would hate it, the loner that he is. A most solitary creature, Galileo would much rather spend a day in his own mind than participating in real life with someone else.
His ears prick at the possibility of "magical properties". Many did not know it about him, but he had once possessed magic himself -- though he had not much cared for it. It had came to him suddenly, bestowed upon him likely by Vega as he certainly had not been aware of it growing up. Sand manipulation, it had been. Regardless, the magic had stayed within the confines of Elysium, and he found himself without (and part of him felt like he was missing).
He hadn't realised how much he'd missed his magic until now. He'd always been one for fighting, not spells.
Snapping out of his thoughts, he shook his head a little. Charging in behind her, he kicks water up with his legs. At its deepest, the liquid is like silk against his dappled flank, and he lets himself be carried by the water instead of fighting against it.
"No doubt the gods would love to play such a prank on unsuspecting wanderers! They are not as benevolent as they seem; I believe they enjoy messing with us mortals!" His tail floated out behind him, hair spreading as it did so. The red of the desert floated off him, the creek giving him a bath he had desperately needed.
"So how are you finding it here, in these lands?" He questioned, playfully flicking water at her with his muzzle.
But no, he knows he too would hate it, the loner that he is. A most solitary creature, Galileo would much rather spend a day in his own mind than participating in real life with someone else.
His ears prick at the possibility of "magical properties". Many did not know it about him, but he had once possessed magic himself -- though he had not much cared for it. It had came to him suddenly, bestowed upon him likely by Vega as he certainly had not been aware of it growing up. Sand manipulation, it had been. Regardless, the magic had stayed within the confines of Elysium, and he found himself without (and part of him felt like he was missing).
He hadn't realised how much he'd missed his magic until now. He'd always been one for fighting, not spells.
Snapping out of his thoughts, he shook his head a little. Charging in behind her, he kicks water up with his legs. At its deepest, the liquid is like silk against his dappled flank, and he lets himself be carried by the water instead of fighting against it.
"No doubt the gods would love to play such a prank on unsuspecting wanderers! They are not as benevolent as they seem; I believe they enjoy messing with us mortals!" His tail floated out behind him, hair spreading as it did so. The red of the desert floated off him, the creek giving him a bath he had desperately needed.
"So how are you finding it here, in these lands?" He questioned, playfully flicking water at her with his muzzle.
@Galileo speaks
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