Dustfinger has lived for long enough that he really should have visited every region of his homeland by now. There are a few that he has, for whatever reason, put off though. This is something that he has recently decided needs to change. So, a few weeks ago he set out for the desert with great determination.
Now, while not dedicated to any one deity, he and the deities are not strangers. At least, not completely. There are one or two that he has, once again, avoided… though this time with reason. The Desert Goddess is one of those. So, it is just his luck to cross the borders of that desert and find Anvey both very present and very demanding. He is tempted to ignore the summons, but he knows better. He considers her to be extra dangerous and he is not about to piss her off on purpose. Of course, this concern doesn’t stop him from being the one to poke her awake once he and the other summoned Quirlicorn stallion finally find her.
Once awake she wastes no time in getting to her point, after assigning them each a nickname of course. Dustfinger simply shrugs at the absurde shortening of his own name. She is a goddess after all and even if she weren’t that just isn’t the sort of argument he is interested in wasting energy on. He listens with rapt attention to the explanation of their task though he does note that it is inconveniently lacking in detail. Naturally, she doesn’t hang around to elaborate further.
Right then.
The pale stallion, having noted the direction that his companion appeared from, allows the multi legged, antlered, skull-faced, star coated male to take the lead. He falls into step behind and follows along in thoughtful silence for a time wishing that he had given more attention to the matter of magic before now. He knows very, very little about any of it. Still, he makes the effort, as he walks, of digging through his memories in search of any tidbits that might be helpful and comes up mostly empty handed. Truly, his experience is currently limited to three rabbits that live on his coat in the form of tattoos. All three have been silent on this matter so far. There have been many instances in the past where they have made it obvious that they think they know more than he does. Clearly, this isn’t going to be one of them.
Eventually he notices that they’ve covered quite a lot of ground without conferring once and that he hasn’t really been paying any attention at all to the area they’ve traveled through. Deciding that this might not be the best way to approach the task at hand he chooses to break that silence.
“Have you seen anything weird here recently? I’ve never been to the desert before, so I don’t exactly know what is normal for it.”
Maybe any answer he gets will at least give him an idea of what they are supposed to be on the lookout for.
Now, while not dedicated to any one deity, he and the deities are not strangers. At least, not completely. There are one or two that he has, once again, avoided… though this time with reason. The Desert Goddess is one of those. So, it is just his luck to cross the borders of that desert and find Anvey both very present and very demanding. He is tempted to ignore the summons, but he knows better. He considers her to be extra dangerous and he is not about to piss her off on purpose. Of course, this concern doesn’t stop him from being the one to poke her awake once he and the other summoned Quirlicorn stallion finally find her.
Once awake she wastes no time in getting to her point, after assigning them each a nickname of course. Dustfinger simply shrugs at the absurde shortening of his own name. She is a goddess after all and even if she weren’t that just isn’t the sort of argument he is interested in wasting energy on. He listens with rapt attention to the explanation of their task though he does note that it is inconveniently lacking in detail. Naturally, she doesn’t hang around to elaborate further.
Right then.
The pale stallion, having noted the direction that his companion appeared from, allows the multi legged, antlered, skull-faced, star coated male to take the lead. He falls into step behind and follows along in thoughtful silence for a time wishing that he had given more attention to the matter of magic before now. He knows very, very little about any of it. Still, he makes the effort, as he walks, of digging through his memories in search of any tidbits that might be helpful and comes up mostly empty handed. Truly, his experience is currently limited to three rabbits that live on his coat in the form of tattoos. All three have been silent on this matter so far. There have been many instances in the past where they have made it obvious that they think they know more than he does. Clearly, this isn’t going to be one of them.
Eventually he notices that they’ve covered quite a lot of ground without conferring once and that he hasn’t really been paying any attention at all to the area they’ve traveled through. Deciding that this might not be the best way to approach the task at hand he chooses to break that silence.
“Have you seen anything weird here recently? I’ve never been to the desert before, so I don’t exactly know what is normal for it.”
Maybe any answer he gets will at least give him an idea of what they are supposed to be on the lookout for.
885 Dustfinger
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507 words (2 chimes for word count)
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