Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
| A little walk in moonlight. |
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On the brink of the savanna, Bernard often watched the birds cast themself into the sky as though the rogue waters embraced them. Surely enough there had to be somewhere that called to them. Bernard never often gave himself over to curiosity, but should he ever find his half-brother again he knew it was worthwhile to explore. As the sun found its palace in the sky Bernard kept a keen eye cast to the sky for the chittering birds. As he watched them take off in half excitement and caution the large male plowed into the sea, casting himself to the fate of the birds' guidance if in a sense of reckless abandon. It had only been three days since he landed in the savanna but it almost left an ache in his bones entertaining the mere idea of leaving so soon. However, an adventure called to him, and could he truly deny himself at every turn? A chill sank into his flesh biting into him more intensely the longer phantom lingered in the cresting waves. It wasn't sole curiosity that drove him to press onward but purpose. Thick limbs propelled him through the water and amongst the sandy beaches once again. This place seemed so vastly different than the isle of his arrival and yet it had a subtle beauty all its own. The area sparkled with autumn colors from the trees scattered across the mostly open stretch of land. What he would give to break from his tasks and gallop across the meadow. Yet, he carried on like the dutiful stallion he stived to be, his blue gaze searching for even a glimpse of Bahamut's dark form. Just in the distance, he catches a dark figure plucking themselves from the sea. Surely whatever gods or goddess' that controlled the fates wouldn't just place Bahamut before him like a newly dropped colt, but the phantom would investigate nevertheless. As he drew closer something halted his step, if ever so briefly as traced the staggering movements of the dark figure before him. Choosing to hang back, he observed with a still quiet nature. He didn't want to be oppressively close, and yet something caused him to linger just on the fringes of socially acceptable distances from a stranger. As the figure moved about Bernard's curiosity grew. Especially when the figure seemed to spin about then lie down. Now more than ever the phantom teetered between curiosity and self-restraint. This clearly was not Bahamut but, considering the figure didn't seem altogether in the legs something could also be wrong. Unwilling to abandon anyone to preditors of any kind the stallion strides over slowly as not to spook the figure. He could imagine someone his size might be a bit intimidating especially when they were close to the ground and much closer to his hooves, but he wouldn't dare stir someone to anger without valid reason or justification. The closer he got he drank in her scent. She smelt as divine as honeysuckle on a warm summer evening. Standing only a few feet away the phantom paused; "Ma'am is everything alright this evening? I don't mean to disturb you, but I noticed your footing was a little off. Are you injured or anything?" his words were soft if and his questions if not repetitive, were a genuine attempt at assessing the situation. Shifting his weight from one side to the other Bernard looked her over with a gentle gaze. At the very least he couldn't see a visible wound and so perhaps he was overly concerned but should she shoo him, then he wouldn't press the matter too far, but he did wish to provide some semblance of safety. |
| A haven when all is lost. |