“I’m sure you are a good healer” he replied, trying to be comforting. “Especially if my mother is teaching you. Perhaps it will. I don’t know. I don’t really know what knowledge I’m trying to earn. I want to know about the world, the people in it… Not just Novus.”
He nodded sagely. “I understand. If Elysium hadn’t crumbled I wouldn’t be here today, seeing the library. If my mother’s forest hadn’t burned, I would not have been born” Luvena had only met Cavalier due to a dragon-born forest fire. In some twisted way, had it not happened, it was likely that Liatris and Eremurus, at least as they were now, would not have been brought into the red waste.
He allowed her to press into him, trying not to picture his mother, packaged once more into a body of skin and bones. He remembered just how much more luvena she was in her immortality. Her personality never changed, she was still kind, and strong, and gentle, but everything about her had been amplified. Her voice held a resonance that no one else's did.
He shook his head. “No just… just that I’m here. And that I’m okay. And that I love her. Please.” he picked up his head, and touched his muzzle briefly to the smaller mares neck. “Thank you. I should go, I need to...:” he wasn’t sure what he needed. “To think. I need to think” he pulled away, and with a dip of his head turned to head back towards the library.
@Polar North
He nodded sagely. “I understand. If Elysium hadn’t crumbled I wouldn’t be here today, seeing the library. If my mother’s forest hadn’t burned, I would not have been born” Luvena had only met Cavalier due to a dragon-born forest fire. In some twisted way, had it not happened, it was likely that Liatris and Eremurus, at least as they were now, would not have been brought into the red waste.
He allowed her to press into him, trying not to picture his mother, packaged once more into a body of skin and bones. He remembered just how much more luvena she was in her immortality. Her personality never changed, she was still kind, and strong, and gentle, but everything about her had been amplified. Her voice held a resonance that no one else's did.
He shook his head. “No just… just that I’m here. And that I’m okay. And that I love her. Please.” he picked up his head, and touched his muzzle briefly to the smaller mares neck. “Thank you. I should go, I need to...:” he wasn’t sure what he needed. “To think. I need to think” he pulled away, and with a dip of his head turned to head back towards the library.
@Polar North
He’s a book full of footnotes brought to life. He’s a jacket made of elbow patches.
