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01-04-2016, 09:41 PM
The stallion watched as the little monkey climbed her way up the mare's mane, perched upon the crest of her neck, and began to braid. He had never paid that much attention to the process of braiding before, though the style had been all the rage in the castle for quite a time - that was beyond his interest. Pretty mares, he enjoyed; how they became pretty, not so much. In any case, the way the little marmoset weaved and intertwined the strands of hair, overlaying them into a lovely pattern, was almost mesmerizing.
As the mare began to speak of Nasreen, his thoughts turned to home. He wondered again how she had escaped, and if she had managed to do so unscathed. The last time he had seen the castle, it had been going up in flames - or, at least, the parts that would burn had been. So much of it was stone, but all the drapery, anything wooden - it had all been an orange glow against the night sky. He supposed finding Nasreen should be his next course of action - what else was he to do, after all? - but he was hesitant to do so. If what they said was true, he had left for an indeterminate amount of time. Would Reeni hate him, too? Had he deserted her as well? Surely not - she had always been his favorite sister, hadn't she?
It was too late now, far too late for him to mend whatever bridges he had burned between himself and the mare - but perhaps a journey through this new land would remind him what he had lost. It was a welcome thought, but a terrifying one - if he had done so much wrong, did he even want to know what it had been? He frowned slightly, then nodded. "I would appreciate your guidance, m'lady," he agreed quietly. The dragon swooped down and he flinched, but it only sought purchase on his withers. He gritted his teeth against the sharp sting of claws in his back, but said nothing; apparently he deserved the harsh treatment. "Lead the way."
"more words."
As the mare began to speak of Nasreen, his thoughts turned to home. He wondered again how she had escaped, and if she had managed to do so unscathed. The last time he had seen the castle, it had been going up in flames - or, at least, the parts that would burn had been. So much of it was stone, but all the drapery, anything wooden - it had all been an orange glow against the night sky. He supposed finding Nasreen should be his next course of action - what else was he to do, after all? - but he was hesitant to do so. If what they said was true, he had left for an indeterminate amount of time. Would Reeni hate him, too? Had he deserted her as well? Surely not - she had always been his favorite sister, hadn't she?
It was too late now, far too late for him to mend whatever bridges he had burned between himself and the mare - but perhaps a journey through this new land would remind him what he had lost. It was a welcome thought, but a terrifying one - if he had done so much wrong, did he even want to know what it had been? He frowned slightly, then nodded. "I would appreciate your guidance, m'lady," he agreed quietly. The dragon swooped down and he flinched, but it only sought purchase on his withers. He gritted his teeth against the sharp sting of claws in his back, but said nothing; apparently he deserved the harsh treatment. "Lead the way."
"more words."
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