May your past be the sound
It was a change from the way he might have ploughed a field in the past, but he enjoyed it. The smell, the air, the dirt - it felt right, like home.
He tried not to think too much on how torn he was about such a feeling. It was so easy for him to find his way here, to be nearer to Kia all the time - but he had made a commitment, a promise to an entire region that he would see through for as long as they needed him. It wasn't the easy thing to do, but it was the right thing to do, and he was blessed to have Kia, so understanding and supportive even when she carried her own pain, behind him every step of the way.
He doesn't take much note of the woman upon the pony riding past initially, thinking her merely another passer-by, another person living a life that led them out to the rural farms and lands within the Grounds. Only when the equine is brought to an abrupt halt, and the slim woman slips from the back to stand beside her, does he pause his own motions to make a closer observation, quiet alarm rising within him as he hoped she was not hurt.
"Steady, whoa now," he crooned softly to the horse who was pulling him and his borrowed plough along, releasing the light pressure on the reins when the equid obediently halted and immediately capitalised on the rest break by hitching a hoof up onto its toe and promptly having a nap. Satisfied that the beast would not venture further, he folded and rested the reins loosely upon its back, giving a gentle pat before walking through what was left of the field between he and the woman, his concern too great to keep him away.
"Hello? Miss?" he called out, seeing more as he got closer - the partial shift, the pale pelt with dark spots hinting at a feline, but the length of the hair down the tail hinting at something else. A fellow attuned, he could surmise, though not much else. He stopped, still some distance away, not wanting to press his presence on her in an overbearing manner, but wanting to be able to help in some way (exactly what he might do to help was still unclear). "Are you alright?" he asked, voice reflecting the concern he felt, as he waited for any reaction from her to guide his next movements.
He tried not to think too much on how torn he was about such a feeling. It was so easy for him to find his way here, to be nearer to Kia all the time - but he had made a commitment, a promise to an entire region that he would see through for as long as they needed him. It wasn't the easy thing to do, but it was the right thing to do, and he was blessed to have Kia, so understanding and supportive even when she carried her own pain, behind him every step of the way.
He doesn't take much note of the woman upon the pony riding past initially, thinking her merely another passer-by, another person living a life that led them out to the rural farms and lands within the Grounds. Only when the equine is brought to an abrupt halt, and the slim woman slips from the back to stand beside her, does he pause his own motions to make a closer observation, quiet alarm rising within him as he hoped she was not hurt.
"Steady, whoa now," he crooned softly to the horse who was pulling him and his borrowed plough along, releasing the light pressure on the reins when the equid obediently halted and immediately capitalised on the rest break by hitching a hoof up onto its toe and promptly having a nap. Satisfied that the beast would not venture further, he folded and rested the reins loosely upon its back, giving a gentle pat before walking through what was left of the field between he and the woman, his concern too great to keep him away.
"Hello? Miss?" he called out, seeing more as he got closer - the partial shift, the pale pelt with dark spots hinting at a feline, but the length of the hair down the tail hinting at something else. A fellow attuned, he could surmise, though not much else. He stopped, still some distance away, not wanting to press his presence on her in an overbearing manner, but wanting to be able to help in some way (exactly what he might do to help was still unclear). "Are you alright?" he asked, voice reflecting the concern he felt, as he waited for any reaction from her to guide his next movements.
of your feet upon the ground
CHULANE
