There is something behind the throne

Quilyan

greater than the king himself.

He stands quietly beneath the branches of what is quickly becoming his favorite tree. He has done his duty and passed on what he has seen in the Spectral Marsh to those in charge. Destrier has gone to, presumably, tell Mirage. Resplendence has gone on her merry way to prepare herbs - he smiles at the thought, for she has the perfect personality for a healer - but he has elected not to assist. He is afraid that he would do more harm than good in her little garden, as he doesn't have a dainty enough step to avoid the plants that she is trying so hard to cultivate. Zarina had accompanied her, though, both to help her and to watch over her. Though he has the key to her heart quite literally lying against his chest, he still feels better for her to have a companion (or is teh marmoset a guardian?) in these odd times.

The prince closes his eyes, trying to calm his itching nerves. He wants to do something, but he hasn't the slightest idea what he might be capable of doing. In his homeland, he hadn't exactly been useful - after all, princes were not required to do chores or assist with training or any of those mundane tasks that everyone here performed. That's not to say that he is unwilling - quite the opposite, actually - but he isn't really sure where to start. He frowns. Surely there has to be something he can do. What had they said at the meeting the other day? Was there some job left undone? Something he could help with? The memory of the meeting brought back a feeling of nostalgia, for he had thought that he had seen... well, it couldn't have been. His homeland was long gone, and his favorite sister was far too young to have escaped, wasn't she? Never mind that he had thought he'd seen her... there were plenty of painted mares wandering around, weren't there?

Of course there were. He shakes his head, his eyes still closed, his frown deeper than ever. Since when had he become so... grown up? If his sister could see him now, she likely wouldn't recognize him. Long gone was the flirtatious, spoiled prince of their youth. He has grown up since then, grown into the role that was meant for him from the start. Except his role didn't exist anymore. Back home, he was a prince; here, he is a nobody. And, unless he finds some way to bring his herd - his new family - pride, he is likely to stay that way.

Let the brainstorming commence.

@[Nasreen]

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