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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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He hovers high above, wing tips grazing low-lying clouds on occasion. If not for the golden patches spread across his bodice, he would blend right in, ivory on blue, high in the sky. He loves to fly. He loves the peace and quiet it brings. He loves the wind in his banner, the sun on his face, the feel of the thermals lifting him higher. And he so rarely gets to use his ability, tied as he is to Resplendence, who is afraid of his wings. Well, not entirely - she has discovered their use as a shield. Oh, yes, it is the closest he gets to her, when she is frightened and uses him as a living safety net. He cannot help but wonder if he will ever simply be able to be close to her, as normal couples are close. Zarina chirps and shifts from her position on his withers. It would seem they are approaching the border. Quilyan does not cross the invisible line, even in the air, but he remains above nonetheless, watching. Waiting. He does not know if they are being wise, in coming here. He does not know if they will leave unscathed. He does know that should he return home injured, Resplendence would scold him for a carelessness - at least until she saw who it was he accompanied. After all, Kahlua had grown quite close to Resplendence in the weeks since the invasion, and Quilyan had agreed to accompany her on this mission in order to get to know his beloved's friend better. He has not had the chance, not with Aaron and Destrier along. Movement catches his eye, and he circles tightly, losing altitude until he lands with a soft thump next to his brethren. The dark, ominous steed standing before them utters one word: "Why?" The deposed price is perplexed by the question - are the unicorns of the north truly so hateful that they will not even see the innocence of a simple gift? He stares at the brute for a moment longer, and then offers an answer. "Does one need a reason to impart a gift upon one's neighbors, good sir?" Zarina snorts silently, and he chuckles with her, for 'good sir' is not the first term he would like to use on the unicorn. |
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