DAMASCUS
he was like a storm,
Damascus soon came to realise that while his search had taken him to even the furthest corners of the continent he was yet to check even his own back yard for signs or signals of any divinity, be it the relic or just some sort of clue to it's presence. It occurred to the child that perhaps he should have started with the lands closer to home (rather than starting so far away). Perhaps it was that too much travel had turned him sour and jaded, thus wished not to take flight on a day like today but instead slowly romp the fields of Denocte. Who he might stumble upon or what was of little concern, and truly he wasn't even looking for the relic as he bashfully baltered over the terrain with gangly legs absently kicking a the tufts of grass.
"Stop that" Dohv came to bellow telepathically, his teeth soon to dig into a root he'd dug up during the night to eat. "Yew shud be out trainin', not goofin' about the fields kickin' at th'grass!"
"But Dohv, Bored I am!" Damascus wailed, stomping his hoof with great force into the earth below. Training? how? with who? Besides he wanted to find the relic... or rather, he did but he couldn't be bothered looking as hard as he ought to.
"Stop that" Dohv came to bellow telepathically, his teeth soon to dig into a root he'd dug up during the night to eat. "Yew shud be out trainin', not goofin' about the fields kickin' at th'grass!"
"But Dohv, Bored I am!" Damascus wailed, stomping his hoof with great force into the earth below. Training? how? with who? Besides he wanted to find the relic... or rather, he did but he couldn't be bothered looking as hard as he ought to.
