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Previously:

Tuesday, the weather had changed. There was nothing out of the ordinary the old stag wanted to focus on. Or so he tried to tell himself. While the actual arrival on Monday was nothing out of the ordinary, by the end of the day he felt the next morning became a less pleasant thing to think of. Looming over his thoughts like incoming doom, he was searching for any way to find distraction, to keep busy. He still couldn't make up his mind. Since hearing of this event he contemplated what to do. Was it the right decision? Wasn't his last experience already statement enough? It was already close to the beginning of the parade when he hoped to find some distraction by strolling around the wonderfully lush and inviting landscape of Nattvik. His thoughts were still heavy as ever. The last feelings he gathered were a heavy setback to him. Was there really no way? Has time moved on mercilessly? He faced the stage the competition provided as if to proof something, to himself and others, only to feel there was no.... appreciation?

Aimlessly walking around it was Zúzmara's reaction that pulled his attention back to the here and now. The stallion had hit the breaks, giving off an alarming snort that they were approached. Following his gaze Camuel lifted his eyebrows. Interesting timing....

Lyo approached him, chipper as ever, to get into a little conversation, obviously happy he was present. It was such a rarity to find the old stag out and about, especially in competition. Their talk hit off with some chill exchanges, even some joking around if there would be troubles incoming giving the history of those uniforms and the ones who carried it back then. All was in good fun until the question dropped:

"Are you joining the parade?"

That question alone felt like his feet were pulled away right under himself. Lyo could immediately see that something was burdening his heart. It needed a bit of careful poking until he would finally hear the reason. "I don't feel like having anything to parade for any more".

Opening up, he admitted that he felt time had moved on, that nowadays there was no place left for minds a hundred years old or more. Of course Lyo did not agree to that one bit, giving him quite the base to reconsider his thoughts. If one knew what it meant to bring those old values into the present, it was him!

"Tell me, what it bring you and your breed pride if I joined?"
"The fact you ENTER with him is already bringing his breed a ton of pride, to be representing as a historical partner in battle."
"I guess than I have found a reason to parade with pride...."

Next: ~follows~

Collab with the dear abosz007

Quite interesting to see the grumpy old silver stag open up to somebody in such a way, one might think. Well, turns out Lyo had gained his trust over quite a period of happenings and meetings. What started at an EXPO run-in (or so it seemed) became more than expected.

Event: EVENT: NATTVIK MILITARY REVEILLE

Main Entry: Taking off

Horse: ACU Zuzmara

Rider: Silviu "Camuel" Răducan

Stable: Argint Copac Union

Country: Romania

Class: Cavalry Cross Country

art, story, Camu, Zúz by Bloodwine-tales
art, story, Lyo by abo

Description

Previously:

Tuesday, the weather had changed. There was nothing out of the ordinary the old stag wanted to focus on. Or so he tried to tell himself. While the actual arrival on Monday was nothing out of the ordinary, by the end of the day he felt the next morning became a less pleasant thing to think of. Looming over his thoughts like incoming doom, he was searching for any way to find distraction, to keep busy. He still couldn't make up his mind. Since hearing of this event he contemplated what to do. Was it the right decision? Wasn't his last experience already statement enough? It was already close to the beginning of the parade when he hoped to find some distraction by strolling around the wonderfully lush and inviting landscape of Nattvik. His thoughts were still heavy as ever. The last feelings he gathered were a heavy setback to him. Was there really no way? Has time moved on mercilessly? He faced the stage the competition provided as if to proof something, to himself and others, only to feel there was no.... appreciation?

Aimlessly walking around it was Zúzmara's reaction that pulled his attention back to the here and now. The stallion had hit the breaks, giving off an alarming snort that they were approached. Following his gaze Camuel lifted his eyebrows. Interesting timing....

Lyo approached him, chipper as ever, to get into a little conversation, obviously happy he was present. It was such a rarity to find the old stag out and about, especially in competition. Their talk hit off with some chill exchanges, even some joking around if there would be troubles incoming giving the history of those uniforms and the ones who carried it back then. All was in good fun until the question dropped:

"Are you joining the parade?"

That question alone felt like his feet were pulled away right under himself. Lyo could immediately see that something was burdening his heart. It needed a bit of careful poking until he would finally hear the reason. "I don't feel like having anything to parade for any more".

Opening up, he admitted that he felt time had moved on, that nowadays there was no place left for minds a hundred years old or more. Of course Lyo did not agree to that one bit, giving him quite the base to reconsider his thoughts. If one knew what it meant to bring those old values into the present, it was him!

"Tell me, what it bring you and your breed pride if I joined?"
"The fact you ENTER with him is already bringing his breed a ton of pride, to be representing as a historical partner in battle."
"I guess than I have found a reason to parade with pride...."

Next: ~follows~

Collab with the dear abosz007

Quite interesting to see the grumpy old silver stag open up to somebody in such a way, one might think. Well, turns out Lyo had gained his trust over quite a period of happenings and meetings. What started at an EXPO run-in (or so it seemed) became more than expected.

Event: EVENT: NATTVIK MILITARY REVEILLE

Main Entry: Taking off

Horse: ACU Zuzmara

Rider: Silviu "Camuel" Răducan

Stable: Argint Copac Union

Country: Romania

Class: Cavalry Cross Country

art, story, Camu, Zúz by Bloodwine-tales
art, story, Lyo by abo