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03-18-2014, 05:19 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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It is good to be home: to be standing easily with his princess, wing draped over her small bodice; to be gazing at his family, which chattered on around him; to be in the calm amidst a sea of chaos. He finds himself in a temporary bubble as he watches the gathering, taking note of the new faces and offering a nod and smile to the old. He is aware of everyone, everything, but he is not afraid. He is relaxed, one leg resting lightly on the well-packed dirt beneath his hooves. It is the first time in several months that he has found himself able to appreciate the beauty of nature surrounding them all, the love and companionship present among his family. Indeed, his family has not been together in some months, has it? While they were trapped beneath the earth they were not one, not like they are now. He feels that the experience has led many of them to treasure their bonds all the more, and for that he is grateful. He is even more grateful to be free. The deposed prince is aware of the newly crowned king in the practiced way of a well-versed courtier; his upbringing had taught him awareness, if nothing else, and so Kaj's approach is not a surprise. The ceremonial nod of the head is welcomed and returned, though the prince is sure to hold the position, a mark of respect for his leader. Of course, had he not just been promoted, he would have held it longer still. It is an intricate game represented by these court gestures, though both the King and the Specter know it is a facade. Of all the family gathered in the clearing, Kaj is the one that Quilyan respects and trusts the most Still, like as in all courts, tradition must be upheld before personal ties, and so when his king requests privacy, the deposed prince excuses himself with the grace of a practiced courtier. "Of course, Your Majesty," he responds with a smile, withdrawing his wing from his mate's back. "By your leave, my lady," he offers to her, reaching to brush his maw along the fae's shoulder as he departs. If he were a human, he would turn to her, grasp her hand, and bow, kissing her fingertips with a wink; but alas, he is but a pegasus, and so the simple touch he offers is the best he can do. At any rate, he catches up to the King quickly despite his slightly smaller stature, and he follows just behind Kaj's right wing until they have drawn away from the merry group mingling after the meeting. Zarina, a constant shadow, perches upon the prince's poll, her own pride overshadowing that of her bonded. Though the stallion is pleased to have been named Specter, Zarina is more pleased for him still, and he has to work to hide his amusement at her enthusiasm. A smile on his face, he offers the first words, dropping some of his formality. "And so you've brought us home, brother." He pauses, reveling once again in the beauty of the aboveground world, knowing that the king has more to say. He would not have sought privacy were that not the case. |
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