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12-31-2013, 02:20 AM
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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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The meeting adjourns, and the deposed prince is left with a conflicted heart. His queen has said one thing, but his friend (for he can consider Kaj a friend, can't he?) has said another, and quite vehemently - it is not like Kaj to speak so fiercely, so... angrily. Something is not right, and it makes the painted steed uneasy. He was to be king, once; he has seen the result of a restless kingdom. He has seen the terror, the chaos, the Anarchy... he shakes his head, banishing the sudden visions, the memories of a land far away as it burned. "I... will find you later, my lady," he says by way of an excuse to his darling princess. His hooves move almost of their own accord, and he picks his way through the dispersing crowd carefully, offering a pleasant smile here and a polite nod there. Before long he has located Kaj and drawn alongside. For a moment, he stands in silence, suspended again in memory. What would it have been like, if he could have cared so much for his own family? He regrets it now, the fact that he never really tried with them. He wishes that his brothers would arrive to stand with him, to support him, and he them; he wishes his sisters were present for him to love and protect. He has Resplendence - he has Kahlua, even, for she has a sister's place in his heart - but he still has time with them. He has already failed his family. Perhaps his presence in the Edge is a chance to redeem himself - a new beginning. Perhaps by treating Resplendence as his princess, Kahlua as his sister, and Kaj and Destrier as his brothers... perhaps then he could make up for his past apathy. "You are uneasy, brother," he says finally, his voice a soft tenor. There is more he could say, more he wants to say, but he wouldn't know how to begin - a heart-to-heart between brothers is not something that is in his repertoire of abilities. But something in his gaze is kind, earnest even, as though he would place his faith and support in the golden boy, if only he knew what had transpired. |
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