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 Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 10:18 am
When first he heard the stallion call out to him, Vox was terrified that he had done something wrong: knocked a pebble under his hooves, allowed him to tread on a sharp shell or slip on a patch of seaweed. The instruction that came, however, was baffling to him. He wanted him to help...less? One hoof in the middle of flipping a rock aside, he stopped and stared at the oncoming stallion for a moment before moving it aside. What sort of request was that?
And how could he hope to fulfil it, given his philosophies? He would not forgive himself for doing a second-rate job for anyone else, and how should this be any different? The stallion could not see the little hazards he stepped over so easily. Why should he not remove them from the road they were travelling?
"But sir..." he protested gently, continuing in his careful clearing of the path, "this...is my way."
He hoped that would explain it: no other words seemed to match the feeling he wanted to express.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 9:29 am
Silence followed Vox's reply. Altair hesitated. The only sound that reached his ears over the distant roar of the breaking waves was the same soft shuffling of the sand that he had heard before. The little colt had returned to his self-appointed task. A second or so passed, and then, wordlessly, the Reya took up his journey again, and picked his slow way down the cleared path.
"I confess that it surprises me," he said after a few moments of silent travel, "how one so young may sound so certain of their way." Perhaps it could be partially attributed to his blindness, but Altair had never felt even remotely sure of his own path in life while he had still been in the growth stages. "Helping others is not an easy path," he murmured softly, "and to me it seems that until you have met the both the worst Nequus along with the best you will not begin to understand the path you have chosen." The roar of the waves dipped, and Altair realised they must be nearing the rockier areas of the shoreline. "...But I do not know you, and I do not pretend to, and if it is truly the path you wish to follow, young one, and your own rather than another's... then I shall not ask that you step away from it for my sake."
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 2:21 pm
He could not say why, but something in that response saddened Vox. As he continued leading the way forward he tried to find words to explain himself, not entirely sure why it suddenly felt so vital that the stallion should understand.
"...I have chosen this path, sir, because it feels right to me," he said quietly, charting a course around a sharp rock too large to move. "Right turn here; a sharp boulder. I do not know what it may bring to me, and nor am I sure it is the path I shall always follow. I...only wish to have a way to go, you see, sir, and this seems a good way at least for now. Until some other way seems better, I believe I shall continue."
Looking ahead, he could see that his companion's prediction had been correct: a treacherous shore lay before them, one that he would likely not be able to traverse easily. He lacked the length of stride for it, and the knowledge of it. Soon he would have to leave the Reya to fend for himself - doubtless one so experienced would manage very well, but nonetheless it was a troubling thought.
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