Roscorro remained as quiet as ever as everyone spoke about dangerous creatures and the wall of darkness that surrounded their world. It fascinated him how much K'yarie knew about this world. She had to have been a native. The first he had ever encountered. Had he been able to speak he would have asked her thousands of questions about his new home. He was a curious creature that thirsted for knowledge. He wanted to learn and grow. He wanted to come to understand his home better. Maybe then he could better combat the dangers that seemed to lurk around every corner.
Full of surprised of the nasty kind, he still found himself loving this odd world built from pieces of other lands. Though he himself was not a native, he found himself claiming t he rift as his true home. The place who's skies he had seen for the first time. The place that offered him the chance toe feel the grass beneath his feet and the breeze through his mane. The place where he was free to go and do what he wished. A place where he had met amazing horses like Taivas, Kiada, and others. This was why he was so eager to do what he could to save it. Not because he would end up dyeing if the world did end up collapsing. But because he genuinely cared for it and wanted to see it healed. At the starlit mare's suggestion his own gaze turned towards the spire. It was as good a place as any to start. So he began making his way towards it, footfalls sending mismatched echoes bouncing off of the walls. Clomp, pad, scratch, clomp, pad, scratch.
"Talk."
cursed to hold a weight you can't bear and still standing
Halyven
