The Songbird had been a mere witness in the chasm of furtive movements, in the breech of specious moments, in the slicing scabbards, in the twisting, gnarled words and the blunt, pointed fingers. Immersed in their wanton, coveting splendor, transfixed by their brooding anomalies, by their bitter predilections, by every word contained and split from their mouths, she’d been still, unnoticed, grasping at their nuances, at their phrases, at their rancorous edges. Had that been the display of their diplomacy? She’d been a consul once, had been a soaring emissary, searching and seeking out the fringes, the borders of other worlds to aid her brethren – and never had she uttered so many insults, thrown so many combative gestures, wandered and partook in a nasty, boiling dispute. Had the laws of the land changed and altered so much in her stead within the Basin? While she lain, stolen, on a bed of ferns? Were these the expectations of a great leader, puffing chests and slinging mud? Her face may have said it all, the disappointed remnants of her brow drifting into sullen musing, the arch of her eyes as they widened at another transgression tossed into the mire, the barest, grimmest line to her lips drawn as one more blast of fire was harpooned into the fray. But she was a shadow in the silver lining, in the grasping, clenching limelight, unnoticed, unseen, with too many beasts clawing for their chance, for their opportunity. The Mender had watched Mauja give her a nod of recognition (as if they’d been two ships passing, he never her leader, she never a healer of his brethren, and that stung too, to be so readily forgotten), then blast and hurl his way through each and every being. She’d watched those clinging to birthright hope they could pass into the slot by simple heir-dom (and she’d wanted to ask about those who’d lived there prior to their invasion, the first children of the Edge, what were they to receive?). She’d watched a mare of the Falls yearn to spit upon them for their actions. She’d watched the Dragonheart, still fearsome, still overwhelming, growl and sneer at the once King, and Arah step into place, try her best to find her voice in the enormous crowd. Her mind had burned with desired whispers, with fleeting attempts, with a hushed begging, pleading, for it all to end (please, stop it) – and it only did with a series of announcements, with the culmination of one moment, spilling over into the next. And still, she was silent. [Permission to post with Kahlua because Sevin forgot me and Lena's supposed to be helping. XDD <3] Lena the Songbird tomorrow will be kinder |
[OPEN] my king and queen [Edge Leads Competition]
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my king and queen [Edge Leads Competition] - by Kahlua - 04-26-2015, 04:55 PM
RE: my king and queen [Edge Leads Competition] - by Lena - 04-26-2015, 05:51 PM
RE: my king and queen [Edge Leads Competition] - by Gaucho - 04-26-2015, 05:58 PM
RE: my king and queen [Edge Leads Competition] - by Mauja - 04-28-2015, 11:24 AM
RE: my king and queen [Edge Leads Competition] - by Maren - 04-29-2015, 05:27 AM
RE: my king and queen [Edge Leads Competition] - by Amaris - 04-29-2015, 07:34 AM
RE: my king and queen [Edge Leads Competition] - by Thor - 04-29-2015, 08:01 PM
RE: my king and queen [Edge Leads Competition] - by Verlaine - 04-29-2015, 09:51 PM
RE: my king and queen [Edge Leads Competition] - by Gaucho - 05-03-2015, 12:10 PM
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