08-06-2017, 03:39 AM
T R I S T A N Drip. Something drips onto him from the trees above. It lands upon his haunches, sliding through tawny hairs before being absorbed into skin with a strange, itchy effect, but Tristan thought naught of it. He was none the wiser as to what had truly just happened and the severe effect that it would have on him at a later time, and the persistent trouble that it would inevitably cause. No. For now, his focus, his worry, was on that of his parents, their Companions, and where, exactly, they were. The sooty Prince is only slightly soothed by Destrier's voice, that one day Suli would return to them, and he could only hope that his father was right. Hopefully they would find the wayward dragon... Or she would come to her senses and find them. For now they couldn't linger, and he knew it, even if the knowledge made his heart heavy and his throat ache. Tristan returned Destrier's affectionate touch, pressing his muzzle into the Friesian's own with a little exhale. There is the soft, repetitive squeak of the wagon's squeaky wheel that has become a familiar sound as they begin moving. Tristan continues to remain close to this parents as they progress through the strange trees and the eerie surroundings, but as the fear begins to fade and the anxiety flees his blood, the residual haunting from the previous massacre slowly fading into the recesses of his mind beneath the force of youthful vigilance, unfathomable curiosity slowly taking its place. This world was new, strange, and oddly beautiful. He couldn't help but wonder what sorts of mysteries it held and the treasures that may be hidden away, tucked into hiding where only the curious sorts would find them. "What sorts of things do you think are in this world?" The Princeling asked after a few minutes, the constant squeak, squeak, squeak of Destrier's wagon wheel the only rhythmic sign of their progress. "There must be so many places to explore... I should like to see it all one day. Can you imagine?" Our battles they may find us, no choice may ours to be But hold the banner proudly, the truth will set us free. |