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No Time for Lies and Empty Fights
The smallest of the gathering agreed to help, and Hector was relieved to see the bay warrior mare take her beneath her wing – in a sense. With a shrewd eye he noted his the soldier’s pointed glance and looked to the round, antlered lady quietly. Though her pluck was to be commended, the dungeons of the underground were no place for a mare in vulnerable condition. He remembered vaguely Daenerys. Her memory was but a fading blur now; the mysterious woman who had blessed his life with children and then vanished soon after birth with them, and though pale waistline had been ever expanding, her condition had been quite delicate. Hector had cared for her devotedly no matter how perplexing and bizarre the experience (the hormones); he had tended to her selflessly.
Like her, Morana – the last and perhaps final of his taxing female interests - had been swallowed by the abyss of time, and his eyes glazed wearily as he likened Alija to them. Mares...
As the Warrior (who was a brother more than a sister) and her filly companion slipped through molten illumination with the branch, still deeper down the corridor, he turned hisa hulking copper frame around. "Well, why don’t we collect a few rocks for decoration while we are here. The shiny black ones, don’t you think?" Alija was here, and he did not want to insult her want to contribute. Recalling her very visible discomfort when he had first arrived, Hector offered a rare smile, thoughtful and genuine. "Nestle them in my feathers here, and I will carry them home." He ruffled the glorious mat of terracotta and craned his lips around to illustrate his meaning.
When they felt as though enough rocks had been gathered (certainly there were few remaining), Hector signalled for the colourful creature to ascend before him up the passageway, and followed respectfully so as not to fuel her fear. As he stepped out of the cavernous shadow, the sunlight tumbled down to blind him momentarily, and the stallion extended a wing to shade Alija – if she wished, he would continue in that fashion. It was hardly uncomfortable, his frame towered above even her antlers...
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@[Alija] – Hector is out :)
*Note: Hector is referring to volcanic rocks like these
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