Quilyan

He stares out over the ocean from the cliffs overlooking the brilliant blue waves. It is a fine Birdsong day, with a gentle sea breeze that teases his locks and pulls at his feathers, trying to lure him up into the sky. His hooves, though, remain solidly on land, his wings folded at his sides. He is deep in thought today, reminiscing on times past in an attempt to prepare for the future. They say that history repeats itself, and though he doubts that his history will be repeated here, he is afraid. Protection is his job now, protecting not only the herd but also the integrity of Helovia. The World's Edge, though no longer the Qian, still retains many of the values of equality that the old herd had known. They were values that he holds very close to his heart, now that it is his duty to ensure they were carried out.

A lone ivory cloud races across the sky, blown by a wind much stronger than those on the surface of the earth. He shakes his head, mussing his already windswept banner, and casts one last look at the sea. Far below his vantage point, teal waves crash onto grey rock, their song racing up the cliffs and into his pricked auds. Then he turns, walking into the woods. His pace is slow, but purposeful, and as he nears the meadow in which the herd meeting was held not so very long ago, he raises his own voice: "All those with the rank of sneak, or those who wish to have such a title, report to me." Waiting, he finds himself lost again in thought.

In his land, he had known a great many secrets. He had traveled among those in all walks of life, refusing to remain in the castle when there was so much life out on the streets. He flirted with the peasant girls, sparred with the soldier lads, exchanged philosophical questions with the keepers of the god-trees. He had paraded alongside the ladies-in-waiting, been presented to the nobles, and spoken as one of them more than once. His knowledge had stemmed from his ability to get anyone to like him. He wasn't sure that such an ability would be useful here. How was he supposed to know how to act when there was no ranking system, no castes? How was he supposed to interact as though he were one of them when there was no "them" to be a part of?

"Talk talk talk."

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Tag :: @[Hamaliel], @[Hotaru]