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to the principal's office - Mesec - 09-22-2015
table by Frostie post-meeting, with @Megaera! serious thread so obviously needed a not-serious title! <3 RE: to the principal's office - Megaera - 10-11-2015
What was it that she had meant to say? In the shade of the Labyrinth, the shock of learning they had harbored the Moon’s get in the the land of the Sun had raked at Megaera’s pride. She had been ready to declare him a traitor and a snake, to toss him from their ranks and their home before the stallion could spread the malicious discord that his dam rained whenever she appeared. He had proved it, hadn’t he? The Sunspear hod not missed his transformation during the battle and even Gwaihir had told him how he had almost savaged the little white filly. This stallion, this Mesec was a beast a monster and Megaera had wanted him kept well away from her family, had wanted him gone. It was her family that stayed her, by no words or action, just their quiet acceptance of the black hybrid as he approached. Gaucho had made no move against him, nor had Ampere, and both had been there, both had seen, and perhaps both knew more than she did. Meg trusted those two as much as anyone didn’t she? Perhaps neither were dear to her the way Cera was but they lived and breathed for the Throat just as she did. Even her own recent words at the meeting had worked to quiet her suspicion, as if saying them aloud had cemented her believe in the things she said. Perhaps in playing the wise Sultana, she had begun to find wisdom in truth. It was the Sun’s Truth, however that Meg was a stubborn one to convince of anything she’d been set against and she had to be sure of this stallion before she would allow him to remain here. The gathered faces around them retreated back into the desert sands and finally the Sunspear turned her eyes on the demigod. He addressed her simply, with none of the arrogance or defiance that Cathun had showed and the show of respect marked a point in his favor. She set black eyes on him and waited for several moments, carefully considering how to approach the questions she wanted to ask. Behind her Gwaihir have a quiet click of his beak before setting into motion. So often her calming conscience, the eagle lifted off of his perch and took to the sky as if to say ‘You’ve got to handle this one on your own.’ In a flurry brown feathers her made to investigate the four-winged zephyr that circled above, lazy loops in they sky signaling only curiosity on his part and no aggression towards the other bird. Finally Megaera spoke, her manner strangely stiff for the normally fluid form. “Mesec…” She tested the name on her tongue. They’d met once briefly in the wake of his mother’s murder spree, but even that memory was clouded by her questions now. “I assume Gaucho is the one that gave you leave to join us; was he aware of your blood when you came here? What would make the blood of the Moon seek to find in the realm of the Sun?” Megaera the Sunspear RE: to the principal's office - Mesec - 10-15-2015
table by Frostie @Megaera RE: to the principal's office - Megaera - 11-02-2015 Gwaihir answered the zephyr’s friendly greeting and dipped into a lazy swoop below the bird. To the eagle, the hierarchy of winged creatures was quite literal; to expose his back in flight to the younger bird a mark of respect for it’s royal status. After soaring below for a moment, he swooped up again and climbed higher. Haughty and proud as he usually was, the zephyr had captured his deeply ingrained curiosity, with it’s extra set of wings and iridescent feathers (even Gwaihir’s glossy golden head looked drab in comparison) and for the first time, the companion was quicker to accept the new and the unknown than the pegasus below. She had expected defiance, something akin to Cathun’s childish reaction weeks before, but got none of it. Her eyes had been painted with prejudice and the Sunpear had expected, even hoped, to see the haughty, vain, little viper that she expected would be the spawn of the wicked goddess, but there was no trace of that creature in Mesec that Megaera could see. He had addressed her with all respect that her station deserved (even if she at the moment did not) and not with sarcasm or anger. She had help back much of what she had wanted to hurl at him and was thankful that her restraint had not failed her. He didn’t shrink away, didn’t yell or sneer or babble excuses. If the stallion was tense, it seemed it was only fear of the sword she herself had hung over his head. “He told me that her actions were not my fault, I could not choose who my mother is.” Gaucho had said that……of course he had. Meg had no trouble imagining the scene for she had experienced it first hand. How could she have forgotten? How could she have been so unjust? If Mesec had stopped speaking at that her mind would have been made up, but each word that he spoke after only served to affirm that their situations were more similar than she had realized. No one chose who their parents were, Meg least of all. What did she know of her mother? A vain and selfish mare. Her father? A tyrant and a murderer. And perhaps she had been lucky to never know the pain of loving them, for she had only ever hated them… Hated both and killed one before coming to the Throat and discovering what it was to love and serve a family that one chose instead of the one that birth ordained. She had felt filthy, unworthy, when she had confessed as much to the Wildfire but his acceptance had washed her clean and she had sworn to be better than her blood. If Mesec was or had ever been tainted than so had she. Mesec’s crimes agains Dragon’s Throat were no greater than her own had even been, just better publicized. Her eyes closed when he spoke of service. It hurt her to look him in the eye at than moment for it was like she was looking at herself two years past and being about to cast that wild girl out before she could have truly found her family. The faces of Gaucho and Cera, Hector and Tandavi swam across her closed lids, then Mordecai and Einarr and Meg pulled her head close to her chest as if to clutch them to her. How? How could she withhold what she had been given so freely? A chance? A chance to learn and to love in this desert paradise. A chance to give her own sweat and blood to serve those who she knew would do the same for her. A chance to live. Mesec’s last question hug in the air for long moments until she finally gathered up the courage to look back at those strange silvery eyes. She sighed deeply and spoke. “No…” She said it softly, and her body, too had relinquished its stiff, prickly stance. She had her share of pride, but she knew, when she was in the wrong, and as always the remorse made her sick. The only hope she ever found for it was laying it bare, admitting her shortcomings and then she felt free to move on, and to do better next time. “No, your presence does not make me uncomfortable, but my actions do.” “No one can change or choose their blood, and I am guilty of forgetting that. If I were to say yours was as black as your coat, then mine would be just as dark and more so by my own doing. She sent a glance in the direction Gaucho had withdrawn with a little wry smile and turned to grant the black stallion the courtesy of open honesty that he had given her. "My father was a tyrant on his own right, cruel and dangerous, and I came here with his blood on my hooves and his bone as a trophy. I was bitter, and angry, and I came here to hide from that, from him and from what I had done. I did find safety here, but more than that I found forgiveness and acceptance. I found family. Already you are more honorable than I was, for you come to atone for another's actions, and I have not shown the same grace that my much wiser mentor showed to both of us." "My father may not have had the power your mother does but that does not make him better. I chose to be better than he was, better than I was before I came here and it was Gaucho that gave me that chance. I have forgotten what that meant, and I am sorry for it.” Her voice shimmered with bare honesty and true remorse. She couldn’t look down of him then, not in anyway, for on these terms they were more equal than any she had known in Helovia. She hesitated, not knowing if he would accept the olive branch, but extended her right wing towards to brush the tips of her feathers upon his shoulder and rest them there. “I have spoken before thinking, accused before understanding… Will you forgive me, and allow us to start again?” Megaera the Sunspear @Mesec found Meg's Auto-Niceness button! -weeps from dramatic Meggy times- RE: to the principal's office - Mesec - 11-18-2015
table by Frostie @Megaera RE: to the principal's office - Megaera - 12-04-2015 In years past Megaera would never have expected to find any form of acceptance or margin of forgiveness, even less she would never have imagined how vital they would become. She had meant to build herself into a soldier, a fighter who could stand against any foe and match them in power and prowess. In Dragon’s Throat she had come to know both and in the embrace of those gentle graces had found more strength in what they did for the spirit than could ever hope to be gained by the body. In receiving—and now to giving— she was beginning to truly understand that perhaps the best shield against despair was in having the trust those who already knew you at your worst. Meg relaxed and drew her wing back to her side when Mesec spilled at her. “I cannot fault you for wanting to protect your family.” And oh, she hoped that when this day was over that others would feel the same. When night came she hoped sleep would come and she would not be kept awake because of so many ill judgements in the first meeting she had called as Sultana. In her drive to protect, to act, she had made too many wrong turns: Mesec, Cathun, Ampere… to many bridges had started smoking and she hoped she could put out the sparks before they burned. The sentiment that Mesec expressed with his last sentence warmed her just as it made her lips pull back into wry smile. “I hope you’re not the only one who feels that way. After today I’m not sure…” She sighed, comforted by the bubble of cleared air they had created between them. “I work to be worthy of it, but I can’t seem to stop making a mess of things. A warrior’s instinct doesn’t always seem right way to go nowadays.” There was more she wanted to address, but she paused a moment. After the little leap in progress their short acquaintance had made, Meg was not eager to accuse or embarrass Mesec, but she still had a concern over some of the events in the Labyrinth. “Their is more I would like to know…” She started, her voice calm but careful. “During the battle, and I admit I didn’t see all but you… you changed. And it’s not the form of it, but you uh…you didn’t seem to be you” Not that she had known hime before, but unless he was standing before her now and lying through her teeth, she couldn’t see this stallion going after the little white fill. She had seen it through Gwaihir’s eyes. when the eagle had turned to clear at the black beast, the black beast that was now the stallion standing in front of her. "What happened?” Megaera the Sunspear RE: to the principal's office - Mesec - 12-09-2015
table by Frostie @Megaera RE: to the principal's office - Blu - 01-24-2016 Unarchived per request RE: to the principal's office - Megaera - 01-31-2016 [quote='Megaera' pid='162371' dateline='1449288756'] She saw Mesec’s smile falter, watched his eyes fall to stare at his own hooves. It was regrettable after the calm moment that they had shared, almost enough to make Meg wish she’d left the subject alone, but it had to be done. If she was meant to lead and protect the herd she had been given charge of, it was she who had to act in the interest of them all. Was this what the sun God had meant, all those months ago? To protect and to guard without jumping straight to violence, that’s what he had said she must do, and she had been struggling with what that meant. Perhaps this was it: learning, understanding what faced her instead to lashing out against it at the slightest hint of a threat. If Mesec was a potential danger then the Sultana was duty bound to protect the Dragon’s Throat, but that meant protecting Mesec as well. Concern was etched in her eyes when Mesec looked up again to meet her gaze but the what followed set her on edge more than anything she had heard yet. The story he gave was told through the eyes of others, just as she had seen the events unfold through Gwaihir, but his side was worrisome. No memory of the fight, no control over his actions, it reminded Meg all too fiercely of Gaucho’s murderous spree under the influence of the Goddess. That alone would have been enough in Megaera’s mind to explain the fear and regret she heard in his voice, saw in his face, but she could not have know what else Mesec had lost that day. It had been bad enough to have lost the control of her body for that one horrible minute when she had battled the Dauntless(frightening, infuriating, unforgivable) and she could only imagine what a toll it must have been for Gaucho, and now possibly Mesec, to not be in control of their own mind. “No, you did not hurt me; you hurt no one but the demons that day. I was on the other side of the battle and did not see, but Gwaihir was close to you, and he told me what happened.” She was quick to try and give reassurance where she could. Of anyone, she knew just how much comfort could be found in a friendly word. It was an easy decision, of course not to mention that Gwahir had attacked Mesec when the eagle had though he meant to harm a young girl who had been caught up in the action. The beast had done no harm to the girl, and if Mesec did not remember what good was it to remind him. “If it was your mother’s doing, then you must know you are not responsible. Have we not just agreed on that much?.” She smiled then, though the concern she felt for him made it a strained and sad one. What else could she say to this, what answers could she give when she had none for herself? The Sunspear searched her heart, to find the words but the shadowed stallion spoke again before she could manage. “I promise you, Megaera - if it wasn't just a one-time fluke, if it happens again, I’ll leave the Throat. I won't take the risk that I will harm anyone here.” There no lie in his voice, no hesitation and that cut her to the quick. He had come to seek belonging, to seek amends (how well she knew that desire) but he would give it all up, cast himself out, rather than risk harming one of them. Could she ever do that? Could she ever leave her family and her home if it meant keeping them safe? She would fight for them of course, die for them in a heartbeat, but could she ever have the strength to leave them behind? The mare shook her head in a firm denial of his promise. Protect the herd, that was her duty, and her was on of them. “I would not ask that of you.” She worked to catch his eye and her stare was steady, fierce and wholly steadfast. “Your fears are understood Mesec, and they are shared, but I fear for you as well. You are part of this family and I could not leave you to face such a thing alone. You were born a child of the Moon, that is true, but as long as you are here you are a child of the Sun as well, just as I am and we would not leave you in darkness.” Her voice was unshaken, resolute. What she spoke now was more that reassurances, it was truth, it was a promise. “If it happens again, I would ask that you come find me. Please Mesec, promise me that.” Megaera the Sunspear RE: to the principal's office - Mesec - 02-03-2016
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