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01-10-2013, 06:43 PM
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But when his heart was lifted up, and his mind hardened in pride...
Quilyan
...he was deposed from his kingly throne, and they took his glory from him.
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A lock of hair fell briefly over the fae's warm, almost-golden eyes. He had only just adjusted to actually knowing the color of her eyes when she gently tossed the lock of hair away. He wasn't sure if he'd ever been more entranced by so simple a movement. "Kind words they may be, but they are true, my lady." Never had his speech rang with such earnest honesty. She mentioned the Foothills, and for a moment, sadness colored his thoughts. Why, he wasn't sure - after all, what had he expected? For the shy, scared little mare to run off into the woods and live happily ever after? No, that would only ever be a dream. There was no happily ever after. There never had been, and there never would be, especially not for him. But he had never been so enthralled by a mare's presence before. Was all hope lost for him, truly? He decided not to ponder the strange turn of events. It would be much easier, wouldn't it, to just go with the flow and see where it let? He was about to respond when another mare stepped from the trees. She, too, was an equine, though much more stocky than the petite Resplendence. Cute, he supposed, but her golden pelt was nothing in comparison to the intricate brindling covering the first fae's back, her thick, floppy, ivory banner ragamuffin in comparison to the gently waving locks of the chestnut. This is absurd, he thought in protest. He vainly searched the newcomer for anything attractive, something he might normally have used as a flirtatious compliment. Nothing. Nothing in comparison to her. Damn it all. "Welcome, Mistress Romani. My name is Quilyan, of... nowhere in particular." He smiled crookedly at her. "Your companion is lovely," he added, lowering his maw to appraise the young cub with interest. He had never seen a companion before, as they did not exist in his home. Violet eyes silently questioned the youngling and its master - is that what you called it? - wishing that it would come nearer, so he could get a better look. Distractedly, more words fell from his lips: "I do believe that you will find yourself very welcome indeed, as my lady seems to be looking for your herd land...?" It was a question rather than a statement, and he silently longed for the mare to choose him. |
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