Honeyed Pasture king forever, ceasing never

Wind chasing, he listened, and tried to imagine somehow. He could only halfway process the strange word she gave him, but he tried, and adhered it to his understanding of fate, what could come beyond. He perked at mention of a trickster god, of course, with his namesake one of mischievous nature at least--so relatable enough for him to find something else, adding to the imagery and understanding, maybe.

The dark Ostrega caught her glance and wasn't sure what to do with it, so wagged his tail. A soft wind? What does that say..? he breathed deep, like he might find out for himself that way as it filled his lungs with the subtle hint of seasalt. All too foreign, though not in a bad way. He wondered if that spelled out what his fates may have in store--unknown, but not bad. He could hope so. As for here and now, was liking it though and obviously it rung true with the assumption of not despair, of course. Jarilo did have an interest in that notion, anyway, seeming drawn by the alternatives too; he wanted to know how both could be. Do you ever chase the harsh ones? Just to see, maybe? Or to be avoided at all costs?