15.3hh - Gypsy Vanner - Lead of the Inlet


The word ‘agreed’ stuck to the stallion and he felt as though it were final. He did not know the personality of the young man beside him, but he knew his word was his bond. In everything he did, Pagan tried to be as fair as he could be. At times, it felt, like that could fall harshly on those close to him. If one goes calling for trouble and brings the pains of karma onto themselves, who is he to deny the fates their retribution.

He laughed mildly, slowly relaxing in his neighbor’s presence, slowly learning how to be around others as he was meant to be. The friendly personality that had been dusted by a fire’s ashes only to be covered by years of silent travel slowly started to shine through whenever Pagan became at ease with someone. ”I can only imagine! At least you had no illusions of the reality here.” His dark eyes considered Nephiliam and he smiled companionably. ”You seem to have survived it reasonably well.

For a moment the vanner fell quiet, his face falling and he tried to blink away the images of the flames. Shaking his head, he shook away the memories as well, wanting to focus on what Nephiliam had asked about here and now instead of the past that occasionally chased him. ”I am not.” He tried to keep his voice as light as he had previously. ”I have travelled a bit, here and there. I know seasons of places, but have never experienced a single place that had so much diversity.

PAGAN