Leisure

[NeverEnding]

Tijire didn't like the summer months. It meant there was no snow covering Draan, aside from maybe the glaciers. Without the snow everything seemed so much more open, more vulnerable. He enjoyed feeling alone, like no one could touch him, and only being able to see snow for miles. But now all that was ahead of him was green grass, with the occasional shrub to snack on and a couple trees here and there. Nevertheless, he walked on, his hooves leaving shallow marks in the soft grass.

The greying mare didn't have a set path he was taking, he was just wandering. However, the sun high in the sky was making him warm, not to mention sleepy. As he paced slowly on, he thought about the possibility of taking a nap. Not much could, or would really, harm him out here, yet he was still so much in the open. He had flown to one of the more dosile islands, hoping to find Draan here. But that sun was getting increasingly warm. After half a mile's worth of slow thought, the unicorn decided.

It took a bit of searching, but eventually Tijire found a large boulder that gave a small amount of shade. He tucked himself underneath it, circling twice then laying down and resting his muzzle on the earth before him. As he began to doze off, he would open one eye and look around him every now and then. Never would he see anything coming. Finally thinking himself alone, the mare fell into his dreamless sleep.

[Toadie]

Altering his usual route, a winged being landed on the shore of the island, coming from the west. He had flown over from the easternmost region of Cierra Meadow, looking for a place to escape the world. He hadn't visited this place much since the world's creation, and figured it was time to give it a thorough inspection. As he landed, all he could see for miles was a lot of grass. With a sigh, he accepted that 'an inspection' was just an excuse. He had known he would be here for a long time when he left.

So the angel began to walk. And walk. Occasionally he would pass a shrub, a small rodent, but little else exciting. He could feel the heat on his bare chest, and kept his wings poised in a way to block the sun from his eyes. By its position, he walked on as a few hours passed by. His thoughts idled, and he found himself spacing out as he continued his venture.

That was almost a mistake. At once, a rattling snake came out of no where, and snuck up behind him. Luckily, it made enough noise to warn the man enough just in time to save himself from being bitten. As the snake lunged for his ankle, he managed to whip around and catch it just below it's mouth, so it was unable to bite him. Holding it at arm's length, he was a little angry with himself that he had been so distracted. Well, all he could do now was earn from the situation. In his other hand, a small vile appeared. He brought the snake's fangs to the lip of the vile, and pressed firmly down. Poison oozed from the fangs, and when he felt he had enough the man let the snake go. When the snake tried to come back to bite him, it was interrupted by an invisible wall each time.

The angel put the stopper in the vile, created a leather pouch to put the vile in, and fastened that pouch to his waist. He was sure he could find someone who would want to study the poison. Thinking about what could have happened, he continued on. What did he care? The single more important inhabitant of his world was gone now.

Finally he thought he saw something new. There was a large boulder ahead with a dark figure laying at it's base. As he came closer, he recognised the figure as a unicorn, sleeping. He kept as quiet as he could, and lifted his black wings open. With one big flap, they carried him atop the boulder, and he sat cross-legged. There he would wait quietly thinking about things that must be done in his world. He wondered when the unicorn would wake.

[NeverEnding]

The old mare didn't wake, no not yet. He wasn't dreaming, but he was experiencing things while he slept. He could have sworn a new scent came to his nose at once point, it kind of smelled like a bird's feathers, but cleaner. At this slight disturbance of a sense, he shifted his weight, and rested his head on its side now. All of a sudden this little island didn't feel so lonely.

It was as if he was defying his newfound company, though he wasn't concious to do so. Tijire simply slept, not wanting to wake yet. He was at one time aware of the sun beaming on his back, and at another time aware of a faint breeze rustling through his mane. But he wasn't awake enough to really notice them. Just a strange awareness in his sleep.

So on the black unicorn slept, somewhat oblivious to the outside world.

[Toadie]

OOC: You shithead.
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It was all well and fine the unicorn remained in his slumber; Draan had much to think about. He was considering when to call another council meeting, but there wasn't much new to discuss. He simply missed having people who stood behind him. And he missed Töd. But that was no excuse to waste everyone's time. He knew he wouldn't do it, but kept the idea in his mind.

His dark wings curled closer to him, protecting him from the sun, as well as giving the creature below him more shade. The man figured he should do something nice for him, at least. He did, however, hope the mare wouldn't nap for too long. Surely with the night would come cold.

Draan's eyes closed and he sat in quiet thought, hands rested on his knees. He wouldn't mind waiting for the unicorn. No matter how angry he was at the world, the unicorn would probably welcome company.

[NeverEnding]

After hours of sleeping, the sun had moved and his shade taken away. But it returned smoothly, at one point. He barely noticed, but it seemed he noticed just enough to wake. After a relaxing and restful nap, the mare's ears perked up, and he lifted his head just a bit. After a yawn, he used the pebble-ridden ground before him to scratch his chin where his beard was. Ignoring the man above him, he rose slowly to a stand.

The black mare gave a shake of his whole body, trying to wake up. He stretched out his great wings one at a time, and as he brought them back to resting position gave a soft sigh. It was hard not to notice his own greying fur, and he wasn't happy about it. but unfortunately there was nothing he could do.

Blinking out the sunlight, Tijire turned around to face the angel perched on the rock behind him. This was the man who created the world. This was the man who owned it all. Yet he was so unhappy. Did the elf girl really mean that much to him?

"Hello, Draan Marshaenough. What keeps you on this island? You are sorely missed elsewhere," he asked in his monotone voice. He didn't seem at all perturbed that the man had just woken him from a peaceful nap, but then how could he be? It was, after all, Draan whom he had come to find.

[Toadie]

Finally the mare had awoken. Wonderful. The man figured he had sat there for close to an hour, and while he had all the time in the world, nothing else too important to do, he had been starting to get impatient. Now the unicorn spoke to him from below, and he noticed that his fur was greying, his mane becoming shaggy, and he even had a beard on his chin. Funny, he had never seen a unicorn with a beard. Draan found himself wondering just how old the unicorn was.

"Tijire Mire." The angel brought his wings back around to their tucked-in place behind his back, opened one eye and spoke again. "I'm simply thinking things over, and plan to do so for a while. You've been stuck on Bellinja for months. Does everything fail well within you?"

He was asking out of concern and liking for the unicorn. Surely Tijire knew that Draan could have him healed of any maladies? He cast his dark eyes about, seeing no one around them. Hopefully the other would feel comfortable with it being just the two of them. He had never been able to pin Tijire's true feelings, on his place of heart. The other was always so withdrawn, but always looked so sad, as he did now. Why?

Draan let the question sit as he unfolded his wings and softly lifted into the air. But it was only to land at the unicorn's side, tuck his wings back, and lean against the big boulder that had provided the mare's shade. He folded his arms against his chest and stared blanky at the ground. He should probably be ready to answer any questions that were thrown at him by the mare.

[NeverEnding]

The mare lowered his head in response. Typical of Draan, to be more concerned about others than himself. But his attitude with the rest of the world was different, selfish. He should be worried about the inhabitants of his world and the way things were going with them, and not huddled over here in his self-pity. Did he not understand the responsibilities of creating a world before doing so?

"I fair just fine, Draan, thank you. I simply prefer the peace and quiet of a uninhabited place. You, sir, have no excuse. Your people need you. I come to beg you to return."

Tijire's voice was still monotone, and though he may have sounded disinterested, he wasn't. He was actually concerned for Draan and his world. He had so many questions, but knew not to ask them all at once. Patience was a virtue he had a grasp on, thankfully.

"Are the rumours true? Has the elf Töd really left? She will be sorely missed," he offered. "Please, tell me the story; I wish to help."

[Toadie]

Draan sighed. He had known the question was coming. Why must he constantly be reminded of the incedent? He had made such a fool of himself, and in front of her. All he had done was act on his feelings; what was so wrong with that? But she had run away. She didn't like him the way he liked her. Why not?

Obviously saddened by the question, the angel answered in a low tone. "Yes, Lady Töd fled from the world, and it was of my doing. I showed her my true feelings for her, feelings that were more than a brother feels for a sister, and she fled from me, rejected me. It's my fault this world has lost one of its creators, and I don't deserve to be the other left with it."

The angel unfolded his wings, brought them to his sides, and sat with his back against the boulder. He was comfortable around the unicorn, so didn't mind being at a lower height. Right now, he cared even less. He stared up into Tijire's eyes, and saw his own sadness reflected. What went on in that mare's mind?

"I can think of no reason to return to the rest of the world yet. Everyone is new, fresh. I'm simply giving them time to adjust. Your efforts are wasted, friend."

[NeverEnding]

The angel had slumped back against the rock through his explaination, and Tijire didn't feel comfortable being at a taller height than him, so he knelt, and brought his legs underneath him to a lying/kneeling position. He looked at the other with an honest pity for him in his stomach, and a soft whinney escaped him.

Draan spoke of Töd leave, and this only saddened the mare further. Nothing good could come of two leaders' separation. Especially because Töd really seemed like the backbone of thw two; she gave Draan his strength. Now faced with hard times, the angel was failing and needed some guidance. Apparently Tijire was supposed to be that guidance, though he had no idea how.

"Draan, my friend, the elf may not love you as you'd hoped, but surely she still possesses a deep loving for you. Does that love not drive you to maintain your world 'till her return?"

He knew not what else to offer. His dark eyes watched the angel, and he saw nothing but sorrow and self-pity. He had never seen the man in such a state. Right from the beginning it had always been joy and a love for his land. But not now... Tijire shared that misery. His only alliance was with the lands of Draan.

"You must remember your duty to your people. I can help. I offer my assistance in the elf's absence. Of course I am not nearly as powerful or nice to look at, but I can be here as a friend. You must remember those that are still here."

[Toadie]

The angel burried his hands in his hair and held tight. This was all so confusing and disheartening. He slowly shook his head as he heard more of the mare's speech; he didn't want to believe it. He was useless to the people, just like he was useless to Töd. He didn't want to listen to Tijire any longer; he wanted him to go away and leave him be.

"She has a name," he finally snapped, though still in a quiet tone. "Please, restrain from calling her 'the elf', her name is Töd."

His head dropped and he brought his hands behind his neck and clasped them together. He just wanted to be alone. He needed to think.

"I apoligise once more and for one last time, friend. I need this time in solitude. I hear your plea, and I reject it. Leave me be. I will return to the mainland when I am ready."

It was not a request, which the angel hated donig. He spoke as the creator of the lands, and his tone displayed authority now. He felt shamed for having to use his stature against a friend's wishes, but it had to be done. He just needed to think.

[NeverEnding]

The unicorn's eye saddened, and he dropped his head. Draan was in no state to talk sense to and he hoped the man wouldn't regret it later. However, there was no sense trying anymore, for now. He gave a small nod of his head, avoiding looking the other in the eye.

"Very well," was all he offered. Extending his great wings, he gave them one large beat of air and was off into the sky. He looked back once to see Draan still with his hands in his hair. Tijire was hurt that the man had used that tone of voice, but there was nothing he could do for now. Perhaps he would try again later, after the man had time to think.

OOC: Short, but what else is there to say?