Jarek
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Here behind the curtain lies a darkness feeding
Pooled inside, in hunger cries, and still it's eating
Everything I had to hide is all on my sleeve
And behind the curtain lies my soul, I’m bleeding
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He observed the older stallion with interest. Listening to his explanations and words. So he too was a new arrival, if he didn’t speak the language and was unfamiliar with the landscape. When Mannon bowed, Jarek imitated the motion. This drew his attention to the marking on the stallion’s chest. He hadn’t seen a marking like that before, its straight and tidy edges weren’t like the splotches and colours he had seen many born with. What was its purpose, was it natural?
He listened to the humming of Mannon, it was soothing. It was a sound that he was not familiar with. “You are very musical Mannon, the pleasure is mine” he said with a soft chuckle. Swirling visible breath coming out in heaves. He listened to the foriegn words spoken, the language was light and beautiful. Were these some kind of singing words from Mannon?
Jarek sighed softly at the next question. “I don’t know these lands well, I have just arrived myself. I have spent an entire season walking across a desert, the winter has bitten my heels and my bones enough. I am told it will soon be warm.” The hope of warmth almost caused him to imagine that the chill had receded. But reality had a way of forcing its way back, shattering illusions and wishful thinking alike.
He wasn’t accustomed to being called anything in an endearing manner. Jarek was used to a court surrounded by unrest and suspicion. Even his own father had never referred to him in such ways. His father had appreciated his physical strength, but only so far as it could be used for his own personal endeavors. The kindness and open warmth had endeared him already to Mannon. “What would a musical wise man be in your language?” he replied with a soft smirk. It felt comforting, to seemingly drop some of his concerns and to just exist. “As for what is socially standard here, I haven’t the faintest idea.” he added with a puzzled look, there was much yet to be learnt about this place.
image by:https://giphy.com/AllyouneediswallHe listened to the humming of Mannon, it was soothing. It was a sound that he was not familiar with. “You are very musical Mannon, the pleasure is mine” he said with a soft chuckle. Swirling visible breath coming out in heaves. He listened to the foriegn words spoken, the language was light and beautiful. Were these some kind of singing words from Mannon?
Jarek sighed softly at the next question. “I don’t know these lands well, I have just arrived myself. I have spent an entire season walking across a desert, the winter has bitten my heels and my bones enough. I am told it will soon be warm.” The hope of warmth almost caused him to imagine that the chill had receded. But reality had a way of forcing its way back, shattering illusions and wishful thinking alike.
He wasn’t accustomed to being called anything in an endearing manner. Jarek was used to a court surrounded by unrest and suspicion. Even his own father had never referred to him in such ways. His father had appreciated his physical strength, but only so far as it could be used for his own personal endeavors. The kindness and open warmth had endeared him already to Mannon. “What would a musical wise man be in your language?” he replied with a soft smirk. It felt comforting, to seemingly drop some of his concerns and to just exist. “As for what is socially standard here, I haven’t the faintest idea.” he added with a puzzled look, there was much yet to be learnt about this place.
