[prp] Balgen n Dante :: Enlightment by Chance Encounter

[Graceangel]

Balgen was out and trotting about. He was trying to make his way home from visiting a filly whom he felt rather taken with. However, on his way, a few things had grabbed his attention. He hoped he might make it there by dark. He wanted to score some grub from the two legger before she turned in for the night.

He thought to himself about the fact that with all the horses now living there. He had to be back in a good amount of time. He thought he had heard that woman mention something about giving each horse their own rationings everyday. He hoped that was coming sooner than later.

In fact, he had a growing desire to have more space to himself. All those horses hanging about. Well... He knew many would probably not leave... since they were all either Gabriela's children or Vohamanah's.

He began to chew the idea of Gabriela in his mind. He sure did appreciate the way her and Mythril always were so blindly accepting of him into their family. However, Balgen knew better. He had known early on as a foal. He could see that he wasn't like the others. This teepee was not where he came from. It was always a troubling thought to him.

How could a stallion be his entire real self if he couldn't ever know where he came from? Balgen meandered about contemplating such a deep personal issue. For, isn't identity a basic need for all creatues? for all soquili? Surely, it must be...  

[Manda]

Dante was, much the same, on his way home at this hour - though the older stallion's 'home' tended to shift around quite a bit lately. He had yet to find anyplace that he particularly wanted to settle down in. So he tended to travel here and there, picking a new spot to bed down every few weeks - or sometimes days.

Really, he had no idea that he had offspring trotting about, much less so very close to him. The red-coated male tended to 'entertain' and drop mares with the same frequency that he moved sleeping spots. Not out of any desire to be cruel or shallow, though. It was just... he had yet to meet a single female that he felt truly comfortable with. That he felt he could share his life with in every way possible.

He sighed softly at that, then shook his head with a little snort. Best not to think about that just now. Glancing up, he spotted another stallion moving along under the darkening skies. It looked like they were likely to cross paths here in a few minutes. And though usually, Dante might not bother striking up conversation with someone he didn't even know ... there was something about the other that seemed familiar. So he moved a bit faster - and was thus waiting for the other over a small hill.  

[Graceangel]

Balgen had been slowly picking up speed as he nearly reached the top of the hill. After this, he knew the rest of the trip would be fast down the hill and then smooth sailing across the plains to the river. He had been rather focused in his thoughts, but he always found running or sliding downhill to feel exceptionally exhilarating. The fresh evening air rippled through his mane, it gently twisted up his nostrils, and it finished its caress with a twirl to his tail.

Sliding to a hault near the bottom of the hill, his ruby red eyes flicked across catching something red. It was a whole lot of red. It was about as red as his own eyes which were almost the color of blood. He stopped for a moment, clomped a foot on the ground to shake out his wristlet. He immediately had a slightly encouraged opinion of this other traveler. With the rise in kalona and skinwalkers in the world, only the truly brave would go out at night like this.

He donned his debonair smile and stopped by the other. "Evening brave soul. We all would do well not to tarry in the night. Many an evil thing lurks out and about. Do you have a place you are on your way too?" Of course, this last question wasn't his business. However, a good gentleman and always chivalrous would feel compelled to make sure others were safe. Balgen was no exception. He wanted to be sure this other gentlemanly traveler would find lodging. If necessary, Balgen would bring him to Gabriela's camp.. even if just for one night. Still, that was thinking a little too far ahead of him.  

[Manda]

As he got closer, Dante's eyes focused in upon one specific thing the other was wearing. He'd been unable to see it from farther away but now ... why would this one have an exactly replica of the amulet he himself wore? Strange ...

"Well, you're out and about too," he replied, eyes narrowing a bit. "So I guess we're both pretty brave." As for the question of where he was going and whatnot, he felt like perhaps he should find out a bit more about the other stallion before mentioning the details of such a thing.