Re: Celestial Vision Quest
Zuriel's amber eyes widen as the implications of the gathering become apparent to him. Excitement and awe build up inside him until he feels like he's going to burst.
I must be here to find my celestial guide!
Zuriel smiles sadly as he considers the words of the pearlescent stallion. He was mighty, towering above even the other destriers, nearly the size of a draft horse but built like a wall of muscle. "Indeed, we would make a mighty team, though I imagine one such as you would be a formidable foe to the dark even without a rider fighting with you."
It's hard to believe such a mighty steed would consent to bear me! How proud Father would be if I returned astride such a magnificent stallion...
For a moment, Zuriel loses himself in the image of himself returning triumphant to the Temple in Hae'driel, mounted proudly on the celestial warhorse, armor glowing with polish and tabard immaculately pressed. Those who had doubted him begrudgingly forced to admit he belonged. His father, smiling. Lyriel looking on, eyes aglow. He takes a subconscious step towards the stallion, before stopping. He feels another pair of eyes regarding him, and the heart-rending emotion of a brief unexpected hope cruelly shattered.
He turns back to the midnight mare, who had taken the opportunity to shy back a few steps, head hanging. Zuriel steps forward and reaches out his hand, palm upwards. Tentatively the mare steps forward, and sniffs his hand. Zuriel smiles and strokes her nose. He looks into her molten-golden eyes. Zuriel sees himself reflected in their golden sheen. Gazing deeper, it as if the paladin is looking into his own past. All the hurt and pain of living on the fringe of society, ostracized and outcast. The helplessness that comes of being told you don't belong, don't fit in, and never can.
"What is your name, noble mare?"