#escaltra

Send 🐎 for our muses to go horse riding together.

“Kallian, I cannot ride,” admits Roland, touching the silky neck of the fine black nag, the unfixed, the calm body grazing in the field beneath his palm. Roland’s expression doth borne his contrition. “I fear ‘twould be too misfortunate for the beast, and thus embarrassing, and shameful, and memories of broken backs and of a sore mouth. I could not.”

‘ hey kal, do you remember what happened when we stole that awful dwarven booze — because i sure as shit DON’T. ‘

BOOK STARTERS  / @escaltra​

❛     exactly that   !   it’s far simpler to remain the fool than to challenge such. tell me   ,   are you suggesting a bout of temporary insanity   ?    if so please do divulge all the sordid little details   ;   i do love a good scandal.   ❜ glittering   ,   sharp interest. his very face animates with attention   ,   his body leaned forward in seat as to sway towards her. he is a bit into his cups but he holds such well   ,   enthusiasm and the flush on his brown face   ,   high and across cheekbone and ear-tip   ,   are the only indicators to his state. a near lifetime of drinking stamina makes. ❛    come   ,   come now. let’s see what mayhem the two of us can bring.   ❜ like the old days he doesn’t say   ,   nostalgia heady in his veins. 

as a rule to preserve his own sanity about he doesn’t cling terribly to the past   - what’s done is done and he will not mire himself in regret - but there is something of their days together that he never wishes to forget. he’s spent way too long reminiscing and longer still without her bright presence in his life.