Watch the bend of my wandering

Ahiga Nishant · 07-11-2012, 10:58 PM

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Word Count :: 504 Geh, ramble starter. Don't mind me <3

Desired Tier: Courtier

Canine NPC: Nope

Non-Canine NPC: Two horses; Damini and Buck.

Moving, changing things around and trying to find his place in the world all over again was a daunting, terrifying prospect; the lad had desperately hopped to establish things and grasp control of his future on his own with the Cavalieri's and the result had been nothing more then him sulking around the territory, loosing weight and falling into a spell of depression, cutting himself off from the world until the red head man had stubbornly forced his way back into his life despite being told to go away. Strel baffled him, like many adults did; he couldn't get a rise out of the red head nor hold any argument with him, as he had recently learned. Nor did he understand really why his uncle wouldn't just leave him alone, going as far as to take the young Nishant under his wing.

Glancing around the room he had called his own, if only for a short time, It now looked foreign to him, stripped of all his belongings and little nick knacks it became apparent that the space was quite literally what it's name depicted it to be: just a room. Leaving it wasn't nearly as hard as he thought it would be, the pumice male turned shut the door behind him and shrugged the last bag of his stuff over his shoulder, moving out to the stables to collect both Buck and Damini who already bore the rest of his stuff; Buck he'd tacked up and intended to ride over to his uncles pack, whilst Damini bared the majority of the luggage.

Running his hand over each horse he led the pair out of the stables, mounting up onto Buck he urged the stallion onwards, Damini following behind without making a scene. Keeping the pace brisk he they made quick progress over to the borders he sought out, although truthfully there wasn't that much ground to cover as there had been in his last relocation. Tugging gently upon the reigns he waited for the stallion to fall relatively still before dismounting, positioning himself between the mare and Buck, a hand upon each one's reigns.

So far things had been somewhat easy, now all he had to do was call to let his uncle know he was finally there. Breath caught in his throat and he fell silent, standing anchored to his spot staring numbly into the foreign lands. Was this really what he wanted? It wasn't as if he had anywhere else to go or anyone else to be with, the baggy jumper covering him was testimony enough that continuing his prior lifestyle wasn't going to work and the fact that he was covering his body simply indicated that Strel's words had gotten to him a little.

Resigned, he called out to his uncle and waited anxiously to see if his summons would be answered. Letting go of Buck's reigns he re-positioned the worn jumper that hung loosely on him, trying to make it so it didn't reveal the skinny body beneath it.

Photo courtesy of Khevyel

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