Post by Ashti Sandburst on Feb 3, 2013 0:17:38 GMT
"Well-traveled", eh? Why thank you, eheh.
Ashti had a charming little laugh to her compliments. The Sandlander was not somepony really affected by flatteries; however it didn't prevent him to appreciate it. Not due to his ego, but because he was happy of his image. More someone have a good image/reputation, more this person have possibilities… a bit like charisma.
Saddle Arabian, you say ? I admit, I never visited this land… it is not on the same continent than mine, yet I must agree for their bridles. They are really nice although unadapted for Semitian Sandlander*. [/color]
Then he listened a bit more and agreed; she seems really interested, so even if he didn't have all the day to him, he could still remain a bit.
Well, Miss- I mean, "Sylvia". Maybe could I take you into one of my "expedition", one day…[/color]
However he remained hesitant… relic-hunt was dangerous, and even if it was the mission of the Relic-Trackers, as him, to protect and escort civilians during hunting, he don't wanted to put the mare into danger… in his mission he just lost someone dear to him, once. But even if the mission had been concluded, it has been enough to him. But he keep his smile and look to her without any grim face.
"Well, your life sounds exciting enough, but I'm afraid I don't exactly go on big adventures and rough it out in the wild. Just one of those mares living up in Canterlot to maybe get shot at achieving their dreams, though, mind you, I was born here. Probably not very exciting to someone with such an exciting history such as yourself, but it's my life."
You know, despite my adventurer look… I am actually somepony which like less exciting things, like sleeping or gazing at the starry sky. Relic-hunt is more of a duty, a job than an actual pastime. I do not say I do not like it… yet I often wonder if it worth to play my life. If I do not have scares, it is the result of my training… but one day…
He stopped himself before saying something he would regret.
So, to me everyone lives its own adventure, have its own experiences and I enjoy speaking with those ponies like you, authentic ones. It constantly makes me soul-searching and keeping my hoof firmly on the ground; to me the true heroes are ponies which help the world to go right, not those which "stole" trinket from old temples and provoke forgotten powers.
Now the mare asked about his family… and it really surprised him. It was very rare that somepony questioned him about… due to his status most of his interlocutors remained distant and courteous, as him, so it was quite unexpected. Especially from somepony that he barely know… but he keep his friendly smile and lend himself to the question.
Oh ? Well then… I have indeed "siblings" younger of a couple of year … Dream Gaze and Tinker Kart, although we are not from the same blood, I consider them as my own family… but regarding to the law I am only son… I have also an adoptive son, Finder, even if I am more of a big brother to him due our ages. And finally I have indeed a mate, Arabesque, my spouse… we are young married even if we know each other since our foalhood… And about my parents… well, I had of course, like everybody. Although I do no more have this luck… I am afraid. [/color]
It has been on the newspaper of Manehattan, a year ago : "Lord Ichor Calix II, Patriarch of Elysion is deceased during the night in his sleep at the age of 114. With his departure, his grandson, Salamalec Sandburst, is now the only remaining member of Elysion House and new head of this five centuries old dynasty." A Sandlandic belief said that orphans often recognize each other and gather themselves in the attempt to be not alone… and it was the case for Ashti : His wife, Arabesque, never knew her parents. Dream Gaze ? Have lost them many years ago. Finder Gaze ? Too young to remember them. Even is best friend, Saiyyad, is one The lacks of parents was maybe why every of them was *no-standard" ponies.
If you really want to know more about, I can still chat with you… after all my House is on some Equestrian historic books… But it would be more like a history lesson.
Mechanically he looked to his left...
...but... Oh? Where is Mister Lock?[/color]
...and saw that Dread was gone. He surely didn't have enough time than them and thus have left while they chatter. of course he found he found it a bit rude, but it seemed to be in Dread's nature to be discreet... like a ghost. But it didn't really minded ; he surely had other things to do. He shrugged mentally and looked to the mare
... Hmm... So, what about you, Sylvia ? if I may ask, of course ?
* Semitian Sandlander : "Sandlander" refer to any dessert dwellers races or tribes. Deerham, Ashti's homeland, is a nation settled on the Lost Sand Desert, in the Region of Semite. Near of Camelu and Cervidas.
Ashti had a charming little laugh to her compliments. The Sandlander was not somepony really affected by flatteries; however it didn't prevent him to appreciate it. Not due to his ego, but because he was happy of his image. More someone have a good image/reputation, more this person have possibilities… a bit like charisma.
Saddle Arabian, you say ? I admit, I never visited this land… it is not on the same continent than mine, yet I must agree for their bridles. They are really nice although unadapted for Semitian Sandlander*. [/color]
Then he listened a bit more and agreed; she seems really interested, so even if he didn't have all the day to him, he could still remain a bit.
Well, Miss- I mean, "Sylvia". Maybe could I take you into one of my "expedition", one day…[/color]
However he remained hesitant… relic-hunt was dangerous, and even if it was the mission of the Relic-Trackers, as him, to protect and escort civilians during hunting, he don't wanted to put the mare into danger… in his mission he just lost someone dear to him, once. But even if the mission had been concluded, it has been enough to him. But he keep his smile and look to her without any grim face.
"Well, your life sounds exciting enough, but I'm afraid I don't exactly go on big adventures and rough it out in the wild. Just one of those mares living up in Canterlot to maybe get shot at achieving their dreams, though, mind you, I was born here. Probably not very exciting to someone with such an exciting history such as yourself, but it's my life."
You know, despite my adventurer look… I am actually somepony which like less exciting things, like sleeping or gazing at the starry sky. Relic-hunt is more of a duty, a job than an actual pastime. I do not say I do not like it… yet I often wonder if it worth to play my life. If I do not have scares, it is the result of my training… but one day…
He stopped himself before saying something he would regret.
So, to me everyone lives its own adventure, have its own experiences and I enjoy speaking with those ponies like you, authentic ones. It constantly makes me soul-searching and keeping my hoof firmly on the ground; to me the true heroes are ponies which help the world to go right, not those which "stole" trinket from old temples and provoke forgotten powers.
Now the mare asked about his family… and it really surprised him. It was very rare that somepony questioned him about… due to his status most of his interlocutors remained distant and courteous, as him, so it was quite unexpected. Especially from somepony that he barely know… but he keep his friendly smile and lend himself to the question.
Oh ? Well then… I have indeed "siblings" younger of a couple of year … Dream Gaze and Tinker Kart, although we are not from the same blood, I consider them as my own family… but regarding to the law I am only son… I have also an adoptive son, Finder, even if I am more of a big brother to him due our ages. And finally I have indeed a mate, Arabesque, my spouse… we are young married even if we know each other since our foalhood… And about my parents… well, I had of course, like everybody. Although I do no more have this luck… I am afraid. [/color]
It has been on the newspaper of Manehattan, a year ago : "Lord Ichor Calix II, Patriarch of Elysion is deceased during the night in his sleep at the age of 114. With his departure, his grandson, Salamalec Sandburst, is now the only remaining member of Elysion House and new head of this five centuries old dynasty." A Sandlandic belief said that orphans often recognize each other and gather themselves in the attempt to be not alone… and it was the case for Ashti : His wife, Arabesque, never knew her parents. Dream Gaze ? Have lost them many years ago. Finder Gaze ? Too young to remember them. Even is best friend, Saiyyad, is one The lacks of parents was maybe why every of them was *no-standard" ponies.
If you really want to know more about, I can still chat with you… after all my House is on some Equestrian historic books… But it would be more like a history lesson.
Mechanically he looked to his left...
...but... Oh? Where is Mister Lock?[/color]
...and saw that Dread was gone. He surely didn't have enough time than them and thus have left while they chatter. of course he found he found it a bit rude, but it seemed to be in Dread's nature to be discreet... like a ghost. But it didn't really minded ; he surely had other things to do. He shrugged mentally and looked to the mare
... Hmm... So, what about you, Sylvia ? if I may ask, of course ?
* Semitian Sandlander : "Sandlander" refer to any dessert dwellers races or tribes. Deerham, Ashti's homeland, is a nation settled on the Lost Sand Desert, in the Region of Semite. Near of Camelu and Cervidas.