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 Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 7:46 pm
Particular. That was one way to describe things, Guiliaume supposed. Thinking about it from a logical standpoint, 'particular' was a pretty fitting word for him in general; his upbringing had been particular, his parents...or at least his mother, from what he knew, were CERTAINLY particular; his journey was particular, his quest was particular...
And his luck was nothing not particular. A needle in a haystack, that was what his mission was like, and the luck was nothing more than was to be expected on THAT front. But in spite of that, he'd had some interestingly particular luck in getting caught in a snowstorm with a mare who seemed to exist purely on whimsy. He could envy that kind of freedom, even as he blinked at it.
"I suppose I am rather particular in my circumstances, but it's not something I enjoy, to be sure. Being mundane would be a much smaller tax on my nerves, to say nothing of allowing me to actually have a life beyond travel." His tone was mild, without the least hint of irony or bitterness; matter-of-fact, that was what he was.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 8:11 pm
Kalila gave a little chuckle, giving her head a little shake. The snow had yet to relent, and if anything just seemed to be getting worse, but it didn't upset the mare. Wandering in a blizzard, lost and hopelessly turned around in the foothills of the mountains, but with the most peculiar wind as company. He was on a mission with no leads and nothing much to go on outside a name, poor fellow. But, as far as the mare understood, with a little luck and a little patience things would look up for him. Each step was a journey and every minute brought him closer to his goal.
Or so she could only hope.
"I could thoroughly understand a less stressful adventure, especially upon your nerves. But. . . " She added with a little grin and a shuffle of her wings, "isn't travel a great part of life and actual living? I'm unsure how far you've traveled, or where you've been, but it sounds to me as if you've lived quite the life. Even if it's been nothing but on the move." Ever the optimist, the mare turned her green eyes up to peer at the falling snow.
The thick flakes were blanketing them quite thoroughly, and she wondered if perhaps they would need to find some sort of temporary shelter. She wasn't tired, but the snow was cold and her water logged mane, tail and feathered fur around her hooves were causing her to slow. She was growing heavier and heavier, reminiscent of when she was caught in a strong rain or attempted to swim.
"But say you do find the one you're looking for. . . . Forgive my impertinence, sir, but what sort of life would you prefer to have if not one of travel?" What dreams outside of finding this Guilian chap did the red wind hope for. .. ? Or did he hope at all? It was a bit abrupt, and she was prepared to apologize for her forwardness but the question seemed reasonable at any rate. If he was so unhappy with his mission, why choose to pursue it? And if he was even more upset by his continuous travel, what sort of life did he wish to have?
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