Event Eight.

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To thee I'll return, overburdened with care; The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there. No more from the cottage again will I roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.

he Town is quiet this week. No sudden quests on the forum post, no roars of werewolves in the distance... just peaceful, peaceful quiet. Of course, it's hot as hell right now, but that aside, it's pretty pleasant. You probably don't want to wander around the Town right now, but... Naturally, now's when the Town is going to start thoroughly encouraging you to do just that. You do want to find your doorway back home, don't you? Better get searching! And don't mind the other worlds you might end up stumbling into first. Welcome to Awash's eighth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[a_special_hat]

[If Zaganos Pasha is assassinated after the invasion of the Balt-Reim Empire is complete know that it will be because of this conversation. Because he doesn't recognize most of those names but 'decently expansive' sounded like it meant a lot of people die.]

The Gregorian calendar again... [That's the same one Elizabeth used. At least now he can give a reference for his time frame.

He wanted to ask who used the Julian calendar but. Ah...he had the distinct look of someone who realizes what they are about to say is not going to be well-received. But he says it anyway because he believes in the importance of honesty.]

She's a warhorse. [As if that explained everything. But he turned to look at the horse and it occurs to him that this is probably the longest he'd spent with the same horse barring the time he spent travelling to secure the support of the other kingdoms in West Rumeliana for the Anti-Imperial Alliance.

He should not get attached, but...] I am not very good at coming up with names.

[bittybat]

[Damian inadvertently causing an assassination is probably the most accurately meta thing to ever happen. It's fine. It'll be great.]

Being a warhorse is even more of a reason to have a name. If she's with you in battle, or even for you in battle, she should be honored with a name instead of simply being "a horse." Just like soldiers--they all have names regardless of being soldiers.

[His eyes return to said horse. He offers her some more rubbing along the neck and shoulder.] Vahide. [Her shoulder gets a pat, and then he glances back to Mahmut for opinion.]

There's only one like her.

[a_special_hat]

[Tell that to the guy being assassinated.]

...you are right. Though they may be animals, they are also living, the same as any other soldier in our armies.

[For all the importance of horses to their culture, this wasn't a thought he'd ever entertained. It seemed so...sentimental and he couldn't afford to be on the battlefield.

But he couldn't deny that Damian had a point. If he thought of warhorses, not as tools but as something closer to a soldier, then of course they deserved a name.

If Mahmut were the sort to worry about these things, he may have wondered if being here, in a place so strange and yet so removed from any kind of war or conflict was making him soft.

But he found himself smiling.]

Vahide is a good name. It suits her. [Because she is, indeed, unique.] I didn't realize anyone knew Turkish here.

[bittybat]

I'm not fluent, but I can speak some Turkish. [Which seems to explain the truth of Damian's somewhat darker skin and more Egyptian and Eastern features. He definitely favors Bruce, but anyone who knew Talia would say he's his mother's son for sure.] My grandfather and mother are Arabic.

[The horse gets an appraising look. He's glad she has a name at least.] This way. [He'll let Mahmut lead her, obviously. The eagle is fine to follow after them, too, but Damian isn't aware of its presence yet despite speculation.]