Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light. "Don't be." Her voice is gentle yet still sad. It occurred to her that Mauja might just be the one she needed not too long ago. He could set her free, but the how still remained. This compassion towards her was touching and it brought a timid smile into the light. "We just need to start living again." The maid and the monster, once maybe. Now? The mother and the missing. After finally giving up on fishing, her little brat wonders back over on her little lion paws. The griffin croons up at her bonded, Arah spares Wynter a glance and a gentle chuckle. Spreading her wings wide, the ivory creature spirals upwards to land upon Arah's withers. Taking care to be as still as possible, the doe waited until Wynter had settled comfortably on her back. Mauja took up her attention again. "Tell me Mauja..." her voice was calm yet laced within the honey one could hear the tones of a demand. "How do you think we should spend tonight?" It was an innocent enough question. Should they roam the lands? Seek shelter somewhere? It would be exciting to try something new. Sighing a little, Arah looks over her once king again. Within her gaze it is easy to see the respect, the clear trust that she held The Frostheart in. For she refused to believe that the spotted stallion in front of her would ever cause her harm, she knew he was deadly yet they were allies. |
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