The surge of magic that had swirled around them was unlike anything he had ever felt. Judging by Dusty’s look of surprise and Anevay’s expression, he wasn’t the only one who noticed. Being a Mystic, he was already so used to the feeling of magic inside him, that internal connection with power. To feel it externally, to feel the swirl and tingle of magic buzzing around him was something entirely different...and probably a large reason as to why his downpour continued, though he was not feeding the storm any magic. Though he had to admit, Anevay’s disapproval of the storm entertained him. It’s what she got for continuing to call him nicknames, so he made no attempt to even slow the rain, figuring the Desert would deal with it eventually.
Choosing to ignore the continued and awful nicknames and leaving the strange dust cloud behind, Epaphroditos followed the deity. Though he knew the annoyed flick of his tail and brief flick of his four ears backwards likely told her he was affected exactly as she was hoping for. When they did finally get to their destination, it was a peculiar thing for sure, especially since Anevay said it wasn’t one of hers. The small sapling certainly wasn’t a part of the desert, but it was magical. There was a certain hum of magic coming from the tree...or perhaps it was the stone the deity had pointed out. Part of him was a bit less enthused about the sapling over the dust cloud, but it was intriguing nonetheless.
The fiery-maned deity vanished about as quickly as she had appeared leaving the two stallions yet again to deal the magic...tree and object thing. She left them with no instructions or anything. Just remove the object, how annoying. Then, he noticed Dusty had begun digging at the base of the tree, directly under the object.
“What...what are you doing? Are you digging? That’s going to take all day. Let’s just use magic to cut the roots or something. I know! I could create some water, turn it to acid, and then just melt the roots of the tree. We’ll just rebury the damaged roots. I’m sure Anevay won’t even notice the damage. If you have plant magic of course, now would be the time to tell me because that would make this SO much easier.” The starry stallion just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, so the desert would return to normal and he could return to living in solitude in his home of Delphi.
His tail twitched with impatience and he stomped his feet waiting for the pale stallion to respond. Perhaps he would’ve been better off dealing with this thing himself, diety’s be damned. Something about Dustfinger’s body language already told him the pale stallion was uninterested in his idea. Probably because Anevay had said “not to hurt the tree”. If he had eyes, they’d be rolled so far to the back of his head, all you would see were the whites.
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Choosing to ignore the continued and awful nicknames and leaving the strange dust cloud behind, Epaphroditos followed the deity. Though he knew the annoyed flick of his tail and brief flick of his four ears backwards likely told her he was affected exactly as she was hoping for. When they did finally get to their destination, it was a peculiar thing for sure, especially since Anevay said it wasn’t one of hers. The small sapling certainly wasn’t a part of the desert, but it was magical. There was a certain hum of magic coming from the tree...or perhaps it was the stone the deity had pointed out. Part of him was a bit less enthused about the sapling over the dust cloud, but it was intriguing nonetheless.
The fiery-maned deity vanished about as quickly as she had appeared leaving the two stallions yet again to deal the magic...tree and object thing. She left them with no instructions or anything. Just remove the object, how annoying. Then, he noticed Dusty had begun digging at the base of the tree, directly under the object.
“What...what are you doing? Are you digging? That’s going to take all day. Let’s just use magic to cut the roots or something. I know! I could create some water, turn it to acid, and then just melt the roots of the tree. We’ll just rebury the damaged roots. I’m sure Anevay won’t even notice the damage. If you have plant magic of course, now would be the time to tell me because that would make this SO much easier.” The starry stallion just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, so the desert would return to normal and he could return to living in solitude in his home of Delphi.
His tail twitched with impatience and he stomped his feet waiting for the pale stallion to respond. Perhaps he would’ve been better off dealing with this thing himself, diety’s be damned. Something about Dustfinger’s body language already told him the pale stallion was uninterested in his idea. Probably because Anevay had said “not to hurt the tree”. If he had eyes, they’d be rolled so far to the back of his head, all you would see were the whites.
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