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01-30-2015, 12:48 AM
-You're an idiot.-
The prince sighs. Zarina is right, of course. His abrupt departure in questionable company was foolish. But he has listened to her scoldings and endured her silent glares for the entire journey home. Quite frankly, he is tired. He wants his land, he wants his herd, and most of all, he wants Resplendence. Guilt pinches at him, garnering the stallion a new string of curses from his bonded. The marmoset is in a particularly foul mood just now; but then, who wouldn't be after gallivanting across the universe in a futile attempt to rescue their bonded's dead parents? She had warned him, after all.
But the prince never listens to reason, and despite the shady character of the mercenary who sought him out, he ran off at the barest mention of his father without even a by-your-leave: never mind that he left a top tier position and the responsibilities associated with it, nor that his lover never got so much as a goodbye despite his knowledge that it would devastate her. No, his long-dead father had miraculously escaped the Anarchists, had only just now thought to search for his children. It was all a lie. Zarina was convinced from the beginning that it was a ruse; but his hope had overpowered her rationale, and so off they went. Well, she could hardly let him go alone, could she?
And so they have returned, painfully weary but none the worse for wear. They arrived at the World's Edge the day before only to find out that Resplendence had departed some time previously. Why, they had not managed to figure out. Quilyan's mind filled with 'perhapses:' perhaps she found a new lover; perhaps his departure had finally broken her; perhaps she didn't want him to find her... But he goes nonetheless, unable to bear not knowing. At the very least, he owes her an explanation. At most, he can devote himself fully and completely to making it up to her.
The pair take pause in Heavenly Fields. The air is crisp and cool, a lovely Birdsong day that simply begs to be taken advantage of, and though Zarina urges him onward, he walks at a rather lackadaisical pace. Perhaps he is nervous, or frightened, or guilt-ridden - in any case, he trots leisurely across the field, taking the long way to the Hidden Falls, where his lover is rumored to be.
"more words."
@[abba]
The prince sighs. Zarina is right, of course. His abrupt departure in questionable company was foolish. But he has listened to her scoldings and endured her silent glares for the entire journey home. Quite frankly, he is tired. He wants his land, he wants his herd, and most of all, he wants Resplendence. Guilt pinches at him, garnering the stallion a new string of curses from his bonded. The marmoset is in a particularly foul mood just now; but then, who wouldn't be after gallivanting across the universe in a futile attempt to rescue their bonded's dead parents? She had warned him, after all.
But the prince never listens to reason, and despite the shady character of the mercenary who sought him out, he ran off at the barest mention of his father without even a by-your-leave: never mind that he left a top tier position and the responsibilities associated with it, nor that his lover never got so much as a goodbye despite his knowledge that it would devastate her. No, his long-dead father had miraculously escaped the Anarchists, had only just now thought to search for his children. It was all a lie. Zarina was convinced from the beginning that it was a ruse; but his hope had overpowered her rationale, and so off they went. Well, she could hardly let him go alone, could she?
And so they have returned, painfully weary but none the worse for wear. They arrived at the World's Edge the day before only to find out that Resplendence had departed some time previously. Why, they had not managed to figure out. Quilyan's mind filled with 'perhapses:' perhaps she found a new lover; perhaps his departure had finally broken her; perhaps she didn't want him to find her... But he goes nonetheless, unable to bear not knowing. At the very least, he owes her an explanation. At most, he can devote himself fully and completely to making it up to her.
The pair take pause in Heavenly Fields. The air is crisp and cool, a lovely Birdsong day that simply begs to be taken advantage of, and though Zarina urges him onward, he walks at a rather lackadaisical pace. Perhaps he is nervous, or frightened, or guilt-ridden - in any case, he trots leisurely across the field, taking the long way to the Hidden Falls, where his lover is rumored to be.
"more words."
@[abba]
Quilyan
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