and all their words for glory
well they always sounded empty
well they always sounded empty
Ulric is, to put things simply, taken aback by the flower maiden’s innocuous remark. The roan looks briefly dumbfounded and even spares a glance towards his friend’s cream-colored hooves with a boyish chuckle. Oh, he is far too old and much too disciplined to be behaving in such a way, but… What was life without throwing caution to the wind and simply enjoying oneself every now and then, in the company of friends and strangers alike?
After all, it was quickly becoming apparent just how much fun it was to pick on the poor, flustered sage walking at Florentine’s left, who seems all too delighted to shake him up even more.
As the trio turns down the left corridor, sprightly, gilded eyes shift to the mare as she voices her question. Somnus is the first to answer, punctilious as ever with the explanation he provides. While the Dawn Sage has been here a length longer than him he concludes to know very little of his newfound home, and when it comes to the roan warrior himself, he’ll be the first to admit he knows even less – including the name of whoever it is that commands their Court.
“A pink dolphin?” He repeats incredulously with a snort, brows furrowing as he lifts his head higher to shoot a disbelieving look towards Somnus. “You think maybe you weren’t checking out some of the flora while you were at it, too?” His statement is spoken in jest, of course, but it doesn’t make it any less entertaining to think about.
When it comes time for him to answer, Ulric shifts his attention back on to the honey-skinned lady as he hums thoughtfully beneath his breath. “I’ve only been there for a matter of days now, so your guess is about as good as mine, I’m afraid.” From what little he had seen, there were miles upon miles of flatlands fit for grazing, racing, and sparring, with several rocky outcroppings and hills that provided a grand view of Delumine. Despite his lack of time spent in the northwestern half of Novus, it was atop those hills and rocks that he normally found himself, keeping a circumspect eye out on their surroundings and standing ever ready. ”I do look forward to finding out for myself, however.”
Here, he pauses and casts an inquisitive look to their newfound companion. “And you, Florentine? Where is it that you call home?”
His inquiry barely makes it past his lips before a rustling sound can be heard from somewhere in the hedges ahead of them. Ulric snaps his head to attention at once, dark ears swiveling forward as he strains to pick up any other sounds. No voices accompany the foreign, misplaced noise, least not that he can hear, and rather than turn tail and get hell out of there, the roan steps boldly forward, not about to let the mystery go unsolved. He expects little of whatever it could be, yet still he walks with caution and braces himself for the throes of battle if it proves necessary.
After all, it was quickly becoming apparent just how much fun it was to pick on the poor, flustered sage walking at Florentine’s left, who seems all too delighted to shake him up even more.
As the trio turns down the left corridor, sprightly, gilded eyes shift to the mare as she voices her question. Somnus is the first to answer, punctilious as ever with the explanation he provides. While the Dawn Sage has been here a length longer than him he concludes to know very little of his newfound home, and when it comes to the roan warrior himself, he’ll be the first to admit he knows even less – including the name of whoever it is that commands their Court.
“A pink dolphin?” He repeats incredulously with a snort, brows furrowing as he lifts his head higher to shoot a disbelieving look towards Somnus. “You think maybe you weren’t checking out some of the flora while you were at it, too?” His statement is spoken in jest, of course, but it doesn’t make it any less entertaining to think about.
When it comes time for him to answer, Ulric shifts his attention back on to the honey-skinned lady as he hums thoughtfully beneath his breath. “I’ve only been there for a matter of days now, so your guess is about as good as mine, I’m afraid.” From what little he had seen, there were miles upon miles of flatlands fit for grazing, racing, and sparring, with several rocky outcroppings and hills that provided a grand view of Delumine. Despite his lack of time spent in the northwestern half of Novus, it was atop those hills and rocks that he normally found himself, keeping a circumspect eye out on their surroundings and standing ever ready. ”I do look forward to finding out for myself, however.”
Here, he pauses and casts an inquisitive look to their newfound companion. “And you, Florentine? Where is it that you call home?”
His inquiry barely makes it past his lips before a rustling sound can be heard from somewhere in the hedges ahead of them. Ulric snaps his head to attention at once, dark ears swiveling forward as he strains to pick up any other sounds. No voices accompany the foreign, misplaced noise, least not that he can hear, and rather than turn tail and get hell out of there, the roan steps boldly forward, not about to let the mystery go unsolved. He expects little of whatever it could be, yet still he walks with caution and braces himself for the throes of battle if it proves necessary.
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