The Portal
A chuckle rolls from the creature, my ears swerving to the side nervously, despite it's warm tones.
"No, little dove, I am not Kisamoa. Though I have met him before. He gave me this floating light, actually." My eyes look to the orb. So, Kisamoa was nice? I watch with wonder as he nudges the orb
"I think it likes you."
A nervous smile lifts my features as the warm orb comes closer, and so gently splits into two. The one closest to me ebbs closer, and I lift my muzzle to its warm light. A sense of hope fills me. Just as it's meant to.
"And it has decided to give you a gift!"
My nervous smile relaxes and I look at the behemoth and give him a true smile. I don't think he shall eat me. Then he slowly began his descent to the ground, whilst doing so giving me his name. Roscorro.
"And I actually look after a filly that is a about the same age as you are."
I was still pondering his name. Wondering how it felt to roll off the tongue.
My name is Rowan... I tell him, while much more at ease, I still do not fully trust him. It's in my nature. I wonder about the filly however. What is the filly's name? I ask, simple curiosity getting the better of me. And I suppose I think it's the polite thing to ask, after all. It is now that I feel the sting of my knee's and tenderly I stretch them in front of me, only grimacing slightly. I believe I will be safe with this Roscorro.
Do you happen to know where we are?
Notes; GWYN <3
talk talk talk talk
"No, little dove, I am not Kisamoa. Though I have met him before. He gave me this floating light, actually." My eyes look to the orb. So, Kisamoa was nice? I watch with wonder as he nudges the orb
"I think it likes you."
A nervous smile lifts my features as the warm orb comes closer, and so gently splits into two. The one closest to me ebbs closer, and I lift my muzzle to its warm light. A sense of hope fills me. Just as it's meant to.
"And it has decided to give you a gift!"
My nervous smile relaxes and I look at the behemoth and give him a true smile. I don't think he shall eat me. Then he slowly began his descent to the ground, whilst doing so giving me his name. Roscorro.
"And I actually look after a filly that is a about the same age as you are."
I was still pondering his name. Wondering how it felt to roll off the tongue.
My name is Rowan... I tell him, while much more at ease, I still do not fully trust him. It's in my nature. I wonder about the filly however. What is the filly's name? I ask, simple curiosity getting the better of me. And I suppose I think it's the polite thing to ask, after all. It is now that I feel the sting of my knee's and tenderly I stretch them in front of me, only grimacing slightly. I believe I will be safe with this Roscorro.
Do you happen to know where we are?
Notes; GWYN <3
talk talk talk talk
Rowan
Feels like we're on the edge right now
I wish that I could say I'm proud
I'm sorry that I let you down
I wish that I could say I'm proud
I'm sorry that I let you down
