Jarek
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Here behind the curtain lies a darkness feeding
Pooled inside, in hunger cries, and still it's eating
Everything I had to hide is all on my sleeve
And behind the curtain lies my soul, I’m bleeding
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There had been a few sun rises and sunsets since he had seen the sunset painted mare named Phoebe. His mind had wondered intensely since they had met, feeling the need to place a token to their meeting. It had to be a perfect item, something that represented the woman's unique spirit and something practical. Delicate and decorative gifts were appreciated too, he was sure. But he wanted this to be something else. Something that she would cherish and would improve her quality of life. He would be sending her more soap leaves that would be a minimum.
He had spent the morning browsing the wares that were available within the Day court markets. The wispy smoke from baking and from incense had tickled his nostrils intensely. He had finally settled on an object both beautiful and practical. It had been difficult to find something suitable. It had to be a high quality to send the right message. He had found a gloriously bright platinum coloured armor, that would reflect the night sky, or the sun across its length. He hoped it would fit the mare snuggly and it would protect all the important parts without restricting her movement too much. He wasn’t sure exactly what the material it was made out of, but it was sturdy and strong.
He had decided to place packets of the herb for washing within the helmet of the armor for her to discover. The helmet itself had a striking horn from the center of the head piece, it was truly appropriate in his mind for her fiery spirit. The head,neck, chest and back pieces were able to be clipped and fastened together - or removed as desired. He placed all the parts within the parcel, with light purple coloured paper and closed it up tightly.
He had thought about the best way to get the item to her. He thought about going up and giving it to her. But he wanted it to feel more special than that. He wanted her to return from training and find the mysterious package. He knew that when she opened it she would know exactly who had sent it. It would be perfect. It would show her how much he had been thinking about her since their meeting.
He needed the best kind of delivery person. Someone less threatening than himself, smaller and nimble. Immediately the image of Swahili came to mind. Perhaps she would be willing to make the delivery for him. He found himself standing outside the ally wondering if she would be here. Meeting her at the castle seemed less enticing, he didn’t want to draw too much attention to himself at this time, let alone dealing with her controlling father.
OOC: <3 @Swahili
image by:https://giphy.com/AllyouneediswallHe had spent the morning browsing the wares that were available within the Day court markets. The wispy smoke from baking and from incense had tickled his nostrils intensely. He had finally settled on an object both beautiful and practical. It had been difficult to find something suitable. It had to be a high quality to send the right message. He had found a gloriously bright platinum coloured armor, that would reflect the night sky, or the sun across its length. He hoped it would fit the mare snuggly and it would protect all the important parts without restricting her movement too much. He wasn’t sure exactly what the material it was made out of, but it was sturdy and strong.
He had decided to place packets of the herb for washing within the helmet of the armor for her to discover. The helmet itself had a striking horn from the center of the head piece, it was truly appropriate in his mind for her fiery spirit. The head,neck, chest and back pieces were able to be clipped and fastened together - or removed as desired. He placed all the parts within the parcel, with light purple coloured paper and closed it up tightly.
He had thought about the best way to get the item to her. He thought about going up and giving it to her. But he wanted it to feel more special than that. He wanted her to return from training and find the mysterious package. He knew that when she opened it she would know exactly who had sent it. It would be perfect. It would show her how much he had been thinking about her since their meeting.
He needed the best kind of delivery person. Someone less threatening than himself, smaller and nimble. Immediately the image of Swahili came to mind. Perhaps she would be willing to make the delivery for him. He found himself standing outside the ally wondering if she would be here. Meeting her at the castle seemed less enticing, he didn’t want to draw too much attention to himself at this time, let alone dealing with her controlling father.
OOC: <3 @Swahili
