His search had brought him to the most peaceful place that he could ask for - outside of the Court of Night, of course - and Camdis was only too happy to have his onyx hooves squelching and sucking against the warm muck of the swamp. He had used the weak telekinesis that flowed through his veins to braid his lengthy mane and tale, each wrapped around the other enough times to create a rather comical pair of buns. The stallion had caught a reflection of himself in the murky waters only minutes after finishing what he was sure was a regal hairstyle and nearly dislodged the massive styles with his guffaws.
To be quite honest, almost as soon as he had realized that he was actually laughing, Camdis had stopped, his body ramrod straight and muscles tense with shock. It had been the first time that he had truly laughed out of joy. Of course, the brute had found himself chuckling cruelly at himself from time to time, shaming his failures and mocking his own shortcomings, but he had never laughed in a manner that wasn't filled with self loathing.
It felt nice.
He had tried again after his initial surprise, tried to push his stomach and heave his lungs and shove the sound of happiness into the air, but he could not find the spark of joy that had summoned the sound. It was hard not to take that as yet another failure to add to his ever-growing list. Despite this, though, the stallion did not despair; instead, he reasoned that laughing once in his life was still better than never laughing.
And now, as he stood in the shade of a great and sprawling swamp tree, Camdis Lohir reveled in the memory of it, the lightness in his chest and the carefree sensation that had bubbled up from his belly and into the atmosphere.
If only he could find that relic, maybe it could teach him how to laugh again.
To be quite honest, almost as soon as he had realized that he was actually laughing, Camdis had stopped, his body ramrod straight and muscles tense with shock. It had been the first time that he had truly laughed out of joy. Of course, the brute had found himself chuckling cruelly at himself from time to time, shaming his failures and mocking his own shortcomings, but he had never laughed in a manner that wasn't filled with self loathing.
It felt nice.
He had tried again after his initial surprise, tried to push his stomach and heave his lungs and shove the sound of happiness into the air, but he could not find the spark of joy that had summoned the sound. It was hard not to take that as yet another failure to add to his ever-growing list. Despite this, though, the stallion did not despair; instead, he reasoned that laughing once in his life was still better than never laughing.
And now, as he stood in the shade of a great and sprawling swamp tree, Camdis Lohir reveled in the memory of it, the lightness in his chest and the carefree sensation that had bubbled up from his belly and into the atmosphere.
If only he could find that relic, maybe it could teach him how to laugh again.
oh Cam, you sheltered dolt... doesn't even know how to laugh
