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It had not been a bad day, truly. Glenn found ways to keep busy despite the fact that not much was going on on the island. After patching up his hut some, he saddled Rohleod and thought it would be nice to take a ride.
He rode along the beach, smiling as he urged the animal to go a little faster than usual. Rohleod seemed to delight in showing her speed, hooves kicking up sand with every step she took. Some ways down the beach, he slowed her down so she would not tire, and as she trotted he glanced about, taking in the scenery. He rode this way every day, but it seemed he always found something new to see.
He did not know why he spotted it, truly. It was as though some force had told him to glance over toward the trees at a certain point, and he saw something that seemed out of place sticking out of the sand. Furrowing his brows in confusion, he changed Rohleod's direction so that they moved toward it, and, upon getting close enough, he eased himself off the animal and went on to inspect what he had seen.
A pit formed in his stomach nearly immediately. As if not believing his own eyes, he slowly sunk to his knees and brushed some vines off the front of the stone. The writing on it, though crude, was easy to read.
Cyrus, the fool who challenged Magus, rests here.
A pain that Glenn had tried long to ignore came to him again. That day was still fresh in his mind, and would likely remain there the rest of his days. Even at that moment, it was replaying in his head, and a sick feeling washed over him.
"Come on, Glenn! GO!"
He had been petrified then, frozen to the spot and unable to do anything to stop it. It had only taken one hit to down Cyrus, and Glenn had run to his side instead of running away.
"The Queen. Take care...of...Leene..."
He had taken up that cause that day, partially for his friend and partially because he hoped doing so would relieve the guilt he felt for not being able to save the person who had died trying to buy him time to escape.
And here he was, who knew how far away from home. He had failed to protect Cyrus, and now, here, he failed to uphold his duty. He placed a firm hand on the gravestone, trying not to tremble.
"Alas, Cyrus, I have failed ye even in death," he said, quietly. Rohleod stayed near him, and, as if she felt something amiss, lowered her head and almost seemed upset herself. "I am sorry, my friend. I have shamed ye."
He did not have the will to stand up or look away. Instead, he remained where he knelt, just staring at what was not supposed to be here at all. If this was one of the island's tricks, it was a cruel one.
[OOC: Yes, this is Glenn's item post. Open to all, but be aware if he doesn't know your pup he'll be polite but a little distant.]
He rode along the beach, smiling as he urged the animal to go a little faster than usual. Rohleod seemed to delight in showing her speed, hooves kicking up sand with every step she took. Some ways down the beach, he slowed her down so she would not tire, and as she trotted he glanced about, taking in the scenery. He rode this way every day, but it seemed he always found something new to see.
He did not know why he spotted it, truly. It was as though some force had told him to glance over toward the trees at a certain point, and he saw something that seemed out of place sticking out of the sand. Furrowing his brows in confusion, he changed Rohleod's direction so that they moved toward it, and, upon getting close enough, he eased himself off the animal and went on to inspect what he had seen.
A pit formed in his stomach nearly immediately. As if not believing his own eyes, he slowly sunk to his knees and brushed some vines off the front of the stone. The writing on it, though crude, was easy to read.
Cyrus, the fool who challenged Magus, rests here.
A pain that Glenn had tried long to ignore came to him again. That day was still fresh in his mind, and would likely remain there the rest of his days. Even at that moment, it was replaying in his head, and a sick feeling washed over him.
"Come on, Glenn! GO!"
He had been petrified then, frozen to the spot and unable to do anything to stop it. It had only taken one hit to down Cyrus, and Glenn had run to his side instead of running away.
"The Queen. Take care...of...Leene..."
He had taken up that cause that day, partially for his friend and partially because he hoped doing so would relieve the guilt he felt for not being able to save the person who had died trying to buy him time to escape.
And here he was, who knew how far away from home. He had failed to protect Cyrus, and now, here, he failed to uphold his duty. He placed a firm hand on the gravestone, trying not to tremble.
"Alas, Cyrus, I have failed ye even in death," he said, quietly. Rohleod stayed near him, and, as if she felt something amiss, lowered her head and almost seemed upset herself. "I am sorry, my friend. I have shamed ye."
He did not have the will to stand up or look away. Instead, he remained where he knelt, just staring at what was not supposed to be here at all. If this was one of the island's tricks, it was a cruel one.
[OOC: Yes, this is Glenn's item post. Open to all, but be aware if he doesn't know your pup he'll be polite but a little distant.]