DAMASCUS
he was like a storm,
The man was a familiar one, Damascus knew this even as he spied from a distance of at least half a mile. Under the cover of shrubbery and flowering grassed he stood, a mouth filled with a slobbery green chew as his silver eyes pierced the approaching witching hour. It was the tiniest whisper that had alerted the starlit stag to the other's presence, and though it was the kind he could not make out, it was a whisper, a prayer nonetheless. He had been quick to notice that it was uttered by the Caretaker met once before in the mountains the day of his crash-landing - he had the feeling they would meet again, and it seemed they would.
What was his name again? Niether the pegasus nor his big-eared companion could recall. Regardless of whether he remembered the enigmatic brute's name or not on the short trek across the meadow or not, he would still say cheerio.
It was with a grunt that the goliath strode forth, round hooves stamping over plants and shrubbery as he aimed to delve his way savely through the meadow, sights set upon the caretaker.
"Hallo second time!" He came to cheer, soon wondering if he'd had any luck with that relic the trees and breeze uttered about. "Relic searching how go you? No luck in me"
As usual the child tripped once or twice on his gangly legs, and his booming voice would crack once or twice as he spoke - all signs of a blossoming adolescent. "Wonder I if us must look try up high" the colt would then ponder, turning his nose in the direction of Veneror Peak as he took his place beside the luminous stallion.
What was his name again? Niether the pegasus nor his big-eared companion could recall. Regardless of whether he remembered the enigmatic brute's name or not on the short trek across the meadow or not, he would still say cheerio.
It was with a grunt that the goliath strode forth, round hooves stamping over plants and shrubbery as he aimed to delve his way savely through the meadow, sights set upon the caretaker.
"Hallo second time!" He came to cheer, soon wondering if he'd had any luck with that relic the trees and breeze uttered about. "Relic searching how go you? No luck in me"
As usual the child tripped once or twice on his gangly legs, and his booming voice would crack once or twice as he spoke - all signs of a blossoming adolescent. "Wonder I if us must look try up high" the colt would then ponder, turning his nose in the direction of Veneror Peak as he took his place beside the luminous stallion.
@Kaladin
