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04-11-2015, 07:47 PM
her fight and fury is fiery
oh but she loves
like sleep to the freezing
Stillness. It was still odd to Megaera that she could find such comfort in a quiet moment. In the shade of the oasis, the mare lay with the black filly pressed close to her side. Mordecai slept soundly and Meg did not tire of watching her for an instant. She really is perfect she thought, as true as any mother would think of her daughter. In the past weeks, the mare’s fears that she would be unable to love or care for the girl that did not share her blood had all been laid aside. She had loved her herd, had thought of them as her family, but this love was something deeper, something she had never experienced or known she had been lacking. Megaera let herself be soothed by the inky girls quiet breaths, and reached out to sooth in turn. The fire-scarred lips skimmed over the soft fur on the girl’s withers. Love tapped into wells of gentleness that had been hidden away, unused, and pulled them out of the warrior and it did not harm her pride to have it seen by the girls’s father or any other.
The flash of fire in the sky had Meg raising her eyes. Gaucho…The Sultan’s call was unmistakeable and the mare knew she must answer. Slowly, so as not to wake her sleeping daughter, Megaera rose to her feat and called out in her mind. “Gwaihir, I must go. Will you keep an eye on her?” Above the oasis, the young eagle circled. “Meg go. I watch.” came is response. He dipped down to his bonded to brush the tips of his dark wing against her own and then perched himself in the tree above the child. Meg smiled up at him briefly and then took his place in the skies.
The herd was gathering where the great dun had called them. Instead of approaching her sultan first, as she had done before, the warrior circled the growing group and landed on the opposite side to approach on foot. She came to stop beside the tall black stallion. “She sleeps.” she whispered quietly to Einarr, anticipating an inquiry. “Gwaihir will call if she wakes.”
Gaucho certainly did have news. Megaera listened with the others as her rattled off new appointments, but her attention doubled when he revealed the possibility of fighting amongst the three northers herds. Meg didn’t have a problem with the three fighting amongst themselves, but the little warrior did not like the idea of it spilling into her home. Gaucho instructed the warriors to keep up their watch and Meg nodded in acknowledgment, but when he did not elaborate further, her ears fell slightly. The bay stepped forward to address her sultan, her khal. “Basin, Edge, Falls. All three might come for aid, but where do we give it? Neither side would thank us for helping the other. Are we truly to remain neutral in this action?” She spoke strongly, but sought clarification more than confrontation. What Gaucho commanded, she would do.
@[Einarr] @[Gaucho]
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
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