|
|
Post by Spectre on Apr 7, 2018 16:58:43 GMT -6
After Party
Zenia & Obed
'The things of the night cannot be explained in the day. Because they do not then exist." |
|
|
|
Post by Spectre on Apr 7, 2018 18:07:40 GMT -6
Zenia | Architect
Zenia sighed as she walked down the path, this night's adrenaline wearing off. The night was cold and the city horribly quiet. This night had been... interesting. From the scoundrels attempting to steal the axe, to the elemental debacle as the party members retaliated. It had been a flurry of movement and now that the night was drawing to a close Zenia could feel the exhaustion creeping up on her. She had sent warm goodbyes to Moonrise and Evalynn, hoping to keep in contact.
As Zenia creeped home she kept throwing quiet glances towards Obed, knowing that the young stallion would be drooping in exhaustion. Zenia was always surprised at her attentiveness towards the cremello health, learning how to gauge his mood and health came easily to her. She sent one more glance his way, stooping closer and brushing her muzzle against his cheek, "You did well tonight Obed, I know how draining this night is for you. You did well." Her voice came out soft and kind, though fringed with exhaustion.
WC: 172
Post: 1 |
|
|
|
Post by misttheelf on May 14, 2018 12:15:58 GMT -6
"T-thank you Zenia..." came the cremello's reply. "A-are you alright though?" He questioned, looking up at Zenia. She came first... No matter how tired he was, she came first. Perhaps when they got back to the house, he'd make her some tea to help her relax. Then some for himself... Because he was certainly drained after the long night. He hated large parties and was immensely grateful that Zenia never hosted any. As he did every day, he sent a prayer to the heavens, thanking Ignacio for allowing Zenia to find and purchase him... Obed cared deeply for Zenia. After all, as far as he was aware, if it weren't for her, he likely would not be alive at the present day. So, to him, Zenia came first, no matter what.
WC 131
Post 1
|
|
