The Night They Met


Authors
ToxicFriu
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4 years, 3 months ago
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It was nighttime. The moon was full and bright, the owls were hooting, and Baadal was on her nightly patrol. She was freshly on her own, a new horse in a large world. She needed to keep herself safe.

She was halfway around the border of her meager swamp territory when she heard it. It sounded like hoofbeats. She decided to use her magic and silence her own hooves, running behind a grove of trees. She stared as a young male Zeracorn walked out into the moonlight. He was a shaman, and he looked lost. She gathered up her courage, pulled herself together, and stepped out into the clearing. "Hello? Who are you? What do you want?" She eyed the shaman warily.

"I am Visaar. I seem to be lost, forgive me. I stumbled here looking for land of my own, but this seems to be taken…"

Baadal looked him over. He didn't seem to be aggressive, quite the opposite. She decided to take a chance. "What happened to your herd, if I may ask?"

" M-my old herd kicked me out. I did not pass the test of bravery. It's required to stay when you grow up. "

"Well if you are looking for another, I've got a large cave for you to stay in. We have no rites like that. Actually… so far it's just me."

Visaar  looked surprised, but interested. "S-sure… I'll stay the night and think on it…"

They made their way back to the cave, and he decided to stay.