This here’s Amble.
Probably not his real name, but its the one everyone uses. It’s pretty appropriate, being a vaquero. He goes about wandering the plains with his herd, giant luminescent, monstrous cows belonging to a high fae, his patron.
He came to his patron, (he calls her Maam out of respect) when he saw her in his dreams. Many saw her, a call, a desperate one, crying out in the night but none but Amble took to finding out what it was about.
Took him days to walk it, but he got there.
He saw her.
The fae was growing old, not as humans do but growing i suppose, incoherent, unstable. Her once humanoid form had grown into the earth, her hair taking root, her skin blooming catci flowers and thorns, but her eyes, amble had thought, looking at the great monolith of the desert this fae had become…
They were alive, ‘n so so sad.
Her cry was for her animals, her herd, lost without her guidance and Amble, a kind and laidback, but not very social fellow, couldn’t really stand to see these beautiful beasts crying back for their mistress, lowing in miserable voices that quivered strangely in the cool night air and thought, he might be able to do somethin’ about it.
So he took them on, and their mistress as his patron, and he’s livin’ a pretty good life he reckons.
Quiet, no one nagging at him, his beautiful ladies to keep him company, n even if that dwarven sheriff comes visitin’, that’s no so bad either.
me and @zenyattaslaugh got the urge to make a western style elf/dwarf couple and here’s the elf who wandered into my noggin.
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