Dragomir: *Wanders aimlessly, his head low and ears flicking. Uncertain as to where he was or where he was going. All he did know was that his head was starting to hurt, with eyes slightly closed, he wished he hadn't lost his blindfold, where ever he had been last... That was something else he was uncertain of.*
Jaronoth: -He was deep in thought as he stared at the flickering flames of a camp fire he had created with some twigs and his hooves. Despite being a Solara, he hadn't yet come into the power to create flames from his own nostrils, only smoke so far. Cursing under his breath, he glanced about, wondering it today was going be yet another boring day.-Dragomir: *Stops a moment raising his head to sniff at the air. He forced himself to open his blood colored eyes wider in order to look around. Something smelt different to this place, he hadn't been here.. He didn't think anyways. Wandering in the direction of the strange smell, he leaned against a tree looking towards the fire and another that was beside it. In an instant his eyes were closed again, he didn't want to see visions, not now.* "Hello?" he called blindly, staying against the tree letting the rough bark cut into his side
Jaronoth: -Puts a few more branches on the fire when he hears the voice. Glancing over his shoulder, he snorted slightly but stood to the side, offering a seat next to the fire.- Its going to get cold tonight, so I wouldn't suggest standing by the tree all by yourself. The nights during this time of year can be rather bitter.
Dragomir: I'm kinda used to the cold. *In other words, he hated it as much as all the other things that he hated. Pushing himself away from the tree, his head lowering again, closer to the ground then normal. He opened a single eye before closing it again as he settled near the fire, on the other side of the Solara.* But for now, I could used a bit of warmth, until the next night. *He frowned a little raising his head up some, eyes still closed.* You haven't seen any strange cloth anywhere have you? It has a eye marking in the center of it.
Jaronoth: -Eyes the other male a bit, with a muse he shakes his head slightly but allows the male the courtesy to sit across from him.- I can't say that I have... But I could always try to find it. I am known as one of the best hunters in this area, if you need something found I'm sure I could find it.
Dragomir: *Tried not to look directly at the solara male, instead he stared at the flame between them. He had a past of visions and didn't know if they would spring up here.* Thanks, its... Special. *He didn't know how to explain that it protected him from mass headaches and other things.* I don't know where I had it last, don't even know where I am now. Everything 'looks' the same.
Jaronoth: -Looks down at the path the other male had traveled, noting the impressions in the ground.- Well, as long as I can track your steps, it shouldn't be too hard to figure out where you've been and where you could have lost it. -His head arched around to take a quick sweep of the direction the male came from, however, he saw no sign of any cloth.- It could take me a little bit though. So you could either come with me or wait here while I follow your tracks.
Dragomir: *Listens to the Solara as he speaks of following his steps back the way he had come. That was one way to find something, perhaps he could help? No, he didn't want risk hurting himself and potentially this other stallion.* I don't like being alone much and I have traveled this far. I suppose I could accompany you, the faster its found, the better I will feel.
Jaronoth: -Motions with his head the way the male had come.- Well then, come along. -His eyes keep a constant watch, following the tail of hoof marks.- My name is Jaronoth. -He supposed he should introduce himself if he's going to accompany the male.-
Dragomir: *Pulls himself up onto his hooves and follows the larger stallion. He didn't mind being dwarfed by Jaronoth, it felt kinda.. Comforting really, not being alone as well.* Dragomir, that's what I was called before I fell. Dragomir the nervous wreck. *lifting his head somewhat, Dragomir watched the elder work, before closing the eye again, his head was starting to pound again and it made his steps a little, unsteady.*
