They call this land a paradise for know not what came before. It is beautiful now, yes, for none remember the signs of a curse.
I know, of course I know - I have been here so long I cannot recall the feel of dirt beneath my hooves, the wind in my mane - feet, I mean. Hair.
Ach, don't listen to me. I'm but a fool, of course. A fool who speaks of portents long gone, of times that surely never existed.
It is lovely, though, is it not? Such a fair piece of land, this realm. Bought and paid for in blood and fire - how else do you think the flowers grow so beautifully, the trees so tall? It is an ancient magic, that, the rite of conquest.
Of course, I'm but a fool. Old and tired.
There was a terrible battle here, once. Long ago. The very ground shook, and a blight came so terrible -
Forgive me, I'm just tired. My mind wanders, sometimes. Thank you, thank you, water would be lovely. Just a parched throat, you know.
Thank you, that's just what I needed. Quite clear, our water. This paradise - none like it the world over.
There was a horseman, once. His horse was unmatched, a fearsome thing. Crops died where he stepped, battles turned when he rode in.
This paradise - this realm of plenty and wonder.
We've been here before, you know. Ages pass, the sun rises and sets, dynasties and dynasties... but I am simply an old fool who enjoys watching horses run. Don't listen to me.
Of course, of course, thank you for your generosity, young sir. I am quite hungry. You should -
Well, it doesn't really matter, does it? Surely, it never happened.
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Date: 2015-06-25 07:16 pm (UTC)They call this land a paradise for know not what came before. It is beautiful now, yes, for none remember the signs of a curse.
I know, of course I know - I have been here so long I cannot recall the feel of dirt beneath my hooves, the wind in my mane - feet, I mean. Hair.
Ach, don't listen to me. I'm but a fool, of course. A fool who speaks of portents long gone, of times that surely never existed.
It is lovely, though, is it not? Such a fair piece of land, this realm. Bought and paid for in blood and fire - how else do you think the flowers grow so beautifully, the trees so tall? It is an ancient magic, that, the rite of conquest.
Of course, I'm but a fool. Old and tired.
There was a terrible battle here, once. Long ago. The very ground shook, and a blight came so terrible -
Forgive me, I'm just tired. My mind wanders, sometimes. Thank you, thank you, water would be lovely. Just a parched throat, you know.
Thank you, that's just what I needed. Quite clear, our water. This paradise - none like it the world over.
There was a horseman, once. His horse was unmatched, a fearsome thing. Crops died where he stepped, battles turned when he rode in.
This paradise - this realm of plenty and wonder.
We've been here before, you know. Ages pass, the sun rises and sets, dynasties and dynasties... but I am simply an old fool who enjoys watching horses run. Don't listen to me.
Of course, of course, thank you for your generosity, young sir. I am quite hungry. You should -
Well, it doesn't really matter, does it? Surely, it never happened.