Archeron Rau (walks_alone) wrote in bizarre_city, @ 2013-04-12 21:40:00 |
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July 2nd
Arch and the ARA
Morning
A delivery
The wand remained in his pocket as he crossed from the human world to his own, appearing in the clearing not far from where he made his home. Lethe whickered and stomped his hooves, churning up a small clump of grass before Arch dismounted.
It was nearly always disconcerting in those first few seconds when he was no longer the rider, but Archeron. When knowledge faded, when the connection between he and his mount waned into those thin cords that simply let him know that the mount was there. Only when it became imperative did it feel like the connection had been blown wide. In those moments, he couldn't dally, but now? Now it was warmly dormant and he gave Lethe a pat on the neck before leaving the horse to graze.
The wand needed to be taken care of. Pushing his hood back, Arch made his way back to the cabin that was his. Outside there were several falcons, usually used as hunting companions, but they'd also been trained to deliver messages. The wand, along with the wrapping that the woman had put it in, were held out to one of his falcons to grasp. He wrote no note to go with it, but touched the head of the bird lightly with his lips and whispered the destination to her. Reaching down, he freed her from the tether and watched her take off into the sky.
His job was done. And now, perhaps, he might go spend some time in the warm springs behind his home to ease the stress of riding from his muscles.