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The dove wondered if her words had gotten through to the melancholy colt who reminded her so strongly of her own unpleasant past. Though recently titled, 'Transcended' and raised to the throne, she was not always so sure of her place there. After all, what had she done to earn her position, save providing her herd with an undying loyalty and her best attempts at protection, however weak they may have been? But somewhere, somehow, underneath it all, the God of the Sun had seen fit to grant her a crown. To give her the position and the ability to be the change in the world, to create a legacy that would truly make a difference. Oh, she could see it now! They would be the talk of the land, with their newly-founded Academy (but it wasn't really about that, was it?). Students would come from far and wide to learn, to grow, to become the future leaders of their world. She could mold them, guide them, teach them; she could dispel any moral ambiguity founded by their misguided homelands, could show them the beauty of a land that could be at peace, could encourage them to embrace teamwork and cooperation instead of spreading discord and hatred. It would be beautiful. It was something that the Dragon's Throat could be proud of. So wrapped up was she in her enthusiasm that the angel very nearly missed Blythe Amaya's brief explanation; mentally shaking herself, she glanced toward the fae in time to notice the bright gash across her cheek. She hissed in sympathy. "You simply must get someone to look at that!" she scolded gently, her vocals laced with concern. "Please, it's very important that your wound doesn't become infected! We have healers, and they would be pleased to assist you if you've nowhere else to go." And though she itched to get the poor girl the help that she needed, the Transcended could not leave the colt without trying to persuade him that the world was not entirely evil, and all was not yet lost in his young life. "Healing," she added, glancing his way, "Is one of the many arts that our Academy will teach. Imagine, Adelric - all of the knowledge of Helovia, contributed by the entirety of the herds and the outcasts, all in one place and just ripe for the picking! Whatever wisdom you seek - be it fighting, or magic, or history - anything you desire, we aim to provide it. Please," she implored eagerly, "Consider joining us." "Talk talk talk." @[name] Translations :: |
| Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried... |
