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And so, Only's journey in search of his friends is guaranteed to continue but it will only be a matter of time before they all find one another - assuming they are here, of course. Little does he know that Florentine has already caught wind of his presence and is hot on his trail due to arrive any day. What a small world it is after-all! Novus cannot possibly be that big, can it?
Only takes the time to really get a look at Ulric now that the initial shock has started to wear off of him. He looks at the warrior as if he is trying to recognize him but the only part of him that reminds him of anything is the winged little girl he had awkwardly encountered one night in the Rift while staking out the Winter Court. The patterns on Ulric's wings - like Flora's - are avian-like in nature but there is little else he can discern with Ulric's wings tucked tightly against his own person. Before it becomes rude to completely check Ulric out without buying him a beer first, he lifts his green eyes to meet golden ones with a seemingly clearer expression now that the space dust between his ears has settled.
Ulric begins in a direction and Only follows like a colt behind him. He continues to admire the man's wings and wonders about the left one (of course!) but decides he doesn't need to know this soon into introductions. Who knows if Ulric will even let him stay? He is none of those things that Ulric lists off and isn't even sure if it is required of him. So naturally what does he do? He asks. Why beat around the bush? He'd make a terrible healer, he has spent more time taking bodies apart not putting them together.
"A warrior you say? Why warriors? Does Delumine have enemies? Has it faced a war?" He only waits a half-second to speak again, his hesitation brief but necessary. "But does the Dawn Court have any other wild cards? I cannot imagine that any of these Empires run without their own hired chaos, you know, the seedy underbelly?" He is candid with his opinion but doesn't want to push the envelope too hard on it. One could conceivably do as he wished under the false guise as a commoner, right?
He is a lying thief after all. And he can be good at it - when he tries.
That is when Ulric decides to answer with a question of his own and Only has to think more carefully. The sentinal asks then, where Only is from and that is a good question - not even Only can sum it up into one word like 'Delumine'. The name it had been called was - what Only would say in a more formal setting - a 'verb' rather than a 'noun' because 'Rift' was what was happening to him - to all of them. The chaos just went around and around and around - if it wasn't one horse it was another. In the end, half of them were monsters. Men, women, children, the unborn, the land itself - everything was sick. His ears press together at the tips as his eyes look down again, (a tell-tale sign that he was about to be quite
honest) "Well --" he starts.
"Quite frankly Ulric, I wish I could tell you. If I ever have the ability to
show you I will." He knows it isn't a good enough answer - he would not be satisfied himself if that was something a stranger told him. Only decides to crack a little more to hopefully feed the silver warrior's curiosity. "I came from a place that was mostly nothing but night. There were many anomalies, the whole land itself was very unstable. There were so many of us - trapped there."
Only's eyes look on towards Delumine as the road leads them to somewhere far from wherever they started. "It was nothing like this. The sea took what it wanted, when it wanted. The tides were devastating - sometimes they took out entire areas where we would gather together. Some of the valleys were made out of metal and they made this horrible ticking noise - you could hear it across the straight on the islands. We all just tried to survive - the magic was strange and it made some of us very sick." It gets to a point where Only's voice wavers unsteady and with some despair.
"We
tried to group together out of safety. We
tried to pray for our Gods. There was nothing where I came from.
Nothing. In the end, all that 'Was' began to go until it was all just darkness. It had no name - we just all agreed to call it the Rift where our lives were in constant upheaval." He breaks from it and sighs a sigh of relief as other horses begin to manifest on the landscape.
"I'm glad to be gone - it almost had me but I managed my way out. What about you? How long have you been here?"
.only
thief for hire
lesser telekinesis
There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.
For many are called but few are chosen.
