There is something behind the throne

Quilyan

greater than the king himself.

He has returned from the Aurora Basin in one piece, a feat that he had not entirely expected to accomplish. But here he stands, guarding over his lady as they graze on the sparse orangemoon grasses of the Edge. He cannot complain, for though they are no longer treated to the lush emerald terra that graces their home in the spring and summer, it is still a good deal better than other places in Helovia. He knows this, having traveled far and wide for a while before finding himself at home in the World's Edge, before finding that his heart lay with the petite, fearful mare named Resplendence. He thought that he had acquired a traveler's soul, before he had found her, but ever since their arrival here, he had felt as though he had come home.

He missed Th'orqui, of course, and his family, much more so than he had ever thought he would. Of course, there were certain faces that he missed more than others: his mother, and his nursemaid, and his sister Nasreen, and his brother Erigor, who had accompanied him to this land only to disappear. That loss was perhaps the worst, as they had lived through the horror of the rebellion only to lose one another on the other side. They had never been particularly close, but it had still been his last link to his homeland. Still, as they say, time heals all wounds, and as he basks in the sunlight as a cool breeze licks along his folded wings, stirring his banner and disturbing his charming little marmoset from her slumber, he fully comprehends how wonderful his life is here.

A gentle call disturbs their peace, and he lifts his head, a few blades of grass still poking out from between his lips. He chews, then swallows. "Mirage calls, my lady," he informs the fragile mare whom he has come to love so dearly, and then he begins to walk. He makes his way through the trees, walking purposefully but without hurry, for if there is anything he has come to know of Mirage it is of her kindness and her love for her family. She would attempt to wait until they were all there, and though he did not want to be the one to make her wait, he doubted they would be the last to arrive. His assumption is correct, for as they come to stand in the small group gathered before their leader, he notices a few more stragglers arriving.

Mirage begins to speak then, and as he has very little knowledge of those within the herd, he remains largely silent. He does not know Thor, nor does he know Lace, and so the change in leadership is met with only a mental shrug. These things do happen, after all. He was taught of such things growing up, being the king-to-be. Some just weren't meant to rule, and that did not make them weak. He listened as the meeting moved on, none seeming to find any fault with this new appointment. They spoke of the Basin, and he took note of Kahlua's words if only because he knew her and had been with her during the delivery. To hear Aaron officially promoted to Glazier made him smile, and he glanced at the painted steed as though to catch his eye in congratulations.

[OOC | Quilyan would like to be made a Wraith, if possible. :3]

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Walk walk walk.
Talk talk talk.
Think think think.

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