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05-18-2015, 07:34 PM
Hotaru
and Alice
Chilled wind played in little curls and rolls against the maiden's colorful coat and delicate frame, whisking away the natural heat of her body to inspire tiny shivers. Winter was approaching, the slow serpent that it was. Once upon a time Hotaru had been a daughter of the wilds, belonging to the trees and meadows and greenery of the world. How she had ended up in the Auroras was a long, delicate story that only she and one other were privy to. But her father had lived in the Basin, had sworn eternal fealty to Mauja - a man she still had yet to meet, for all the talk her father had of him upon his tongue. Tolio had been a ghost to her, but she had known his face, just as she had known her mother's. Perhaps Phaedra had been more substantial in her life, but not by much. The damsel had raised herself, alone in her unlocked, unguarded tower. And when she had learned to swing herself from the precipice with her given locks, trusting only in herself and what she'd learned as she'd free-fallen, Hotaru had never looked back. She had taken a silver dagger to her hair and walked away with it in hand, barefoot and unprepared but tired of being unwanted and unloved. Life had not been kind to her in many ways, but she had triumphed over them all, a beautiful queen deserving of her status and renown. Though she tried to keep Arya from those pains, her daughter had nearly been killed already. Raeru had been orphaned immediately after birth, as well. Mirabella...Hotaru did not know the little girl as well as she had always desired, once she'd discovered the lass was Deodat's. She had tried to keep an eye on her, especially when Deodat had disappeared and Arya had returned bloody and on the reaper's doorstep. But the filly had disappeared without a trace, and Hotaru could not leave her post nor her daughters to search for the wayward child, though she would occasionally wonder and worry about her. Perhaps life had steered the filly the way Hotaru's had, and she had free fallen into a place the she-wolf could not reach her. The Impersonator only prayed (what little that meant anymore, with how her Goddess had betrayed her and killed her parents as reward for her dedication) that the silver dagger was also in Mirabella's little hands, to service and protect her as it had Hotaru. Maybe the girl was on her mind because Fate knew what lay ahead of her. Though she was not often forced to patrol due to having other duties, Hotaru still took it upon herself sometimes, needing to stretch her legs and be alone at odd moments. She was a complex creature, and even she could not comprehend the labyrinth she'd become by lying to herself so effectively that she had begun to believe it. The sound pricked Alice's ears first, and Hotaru looked down at the smoking, smoldering pup with a curious eye. Only then did the slowly echoing sound reach her own audits, and the mare frowned curiously and lifted her pearly tiara towards the horizon. In tandem, mare and beast advanced towards the noise, curiosity and duty driving them forth through the snow and rocky tundra. Perhaps a visitor? It had come from the direction of the Sentinels, after all. Creasing the hill she gazed down the winding path, the lonely little figure that stood hesitantly before her eyes, dark against the pale backdrop. For a moment, Hotaru stood there, silent and transfixed by the sight before her, until it all shattered. "Mirabella?" It left her lips in disbelief, but her hooves were already moving without her consent, drawing her quickly down the mountainside to the filly's side. She hesitated only a moment, wanting to throw her neck round the little one's withers but refraining. You're not her mother. Instead the thrust her muzzle out, nares wide and drinking in the child's scent, offering it to touch and reunite. "You're alive," she breathed. |
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