» The Tree of Light

Glass half empty, glass half full.
Well either way you, won't be going thirsty.
Count your blessing not your flaws.

Did he understand what was going on, no. But the joy and warmth that touched his soul when he felt the Matron's call was irritable for the soft hearted beast. A beckoning from those of the rift as they showed their gratitude to those who had brought a bit of light back into their realm. Though Roscorro didn't feel that he deserved such praise, or any form of present. All he had done was appear before this world's god. He had really just been following Gwyn. Yet he had been gifted a light of Hope. This Piece of Hope was to be shared with others, though the stallion did not know how to go about doing such a thing. Even though he was clueless, he would try to help save this world. Every little bit count, right? He wanted to believe in Kaos, because Kiada believed in him. Because he had taken a step forward in asking for their help and sharing the light he had found instead of coveting it. He wanted to believe that there was a god out there that actually cared about those within their realm. Only time would show whether or not his faith was well founded.

Never before had he stepped foot within the land of this towering tree. Never before had he seen in snow in a bubble while the rest of the world burned with heat. With a childlike curiosity the stallion entered within, bracing for the sudden bite of the cold. He was delighted to find that though it was cold, it was not nearly as harsh as the freeze he had faced when entering this land. The sensation of warmth and safety fell over him like a comforting blanket. Though the rift was dangerous, here they were safe. Able to enjoy themselves for a time. He let out a laugh of wonder, looking back where he had come to see the heat dancing upon the air. His wing shifted, his feathers ruffling in amusement and awe. "Incredible!" He breathed, his eyes resting on the Matron. "This is amazing." He approached the tree in a reverent manner, unsure of what he was to give. Or if he even wanted to. Did he really want a gift that he felt that he did not deserve? His eyes met the gentle gaze of the eldest Matron and his doubts faded. If he truly gave of himself, then he would be deserving. Reaching up with his claws he undid a small charm from his mane. Holding it gently in his paw he smiled down at it. It had been a gift from the mare that had raised him, and was very dear to him. He offered it as his gift, his only valued possession. He offered a quiet prayer before stepping away. talk talk talk

Roscorro

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OOC: Rosco is a dork and is happy the way he is (or at least he doesn't really ponder about what he wants much). If possible could his mutation of heated blood be restored? Other then that throw random gifts at him!