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02-14-2016, 10:26 AM
M E G A E R A
her fight and fury is fiery
oh but she loves
like sleep to the freezing
There was something different about the stillness of an early morning; one like this with the rising sun slinging long shadows and rosy glows but not yet high enough to chase away the chill of night that still clung to the air. Any other time, and Megaera would have thrown herself into one activity or another, hating to feel still or stagnant (between the herd and her three children she always found plenty to do), but in these early mornings she let herself be still, even if just for a few moments. Asavvi and Nizho still slept, and so too did most of the herd, when the Sultana took her place beneath the Blood Tree. From there she could see the whole of the oasis and beyond into the dunes; there she could take a minute to thank the gods and her good luck for all she had, all she loved, before setting herself to the day’s work.
The soft sounds of hooves in sand tugged Megaera from her grateful contemplation and her eager eyes swept over to find the source. She had half expected to see Einarr coming towards her—they often touched base with each other here—but it seemed he was still with the twins and instead it was the mysterious diviner that approached.
Meg didn’t know much about the mare who wore her wings so strangely. She’d seen her at meetings and across the sands many a time but the closest they’d ever come to an understanding was a silent stand, together with Ampere and Aithniel, when the Moon Goddess had brought her set of Riftians through and into Helovia. They hadn’t spoken then, but it had meant a great deal for Meg to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with her desert women. Now however, a mild guilt woke to poke at her insides at the sight of the striped mare. The Sultana had been making an effort to know her herd better but she’d yet to seek out Maren.
It hadn’t been a conscious decision, and if Meg would have taken the time to dig to the root of it, it would not really have been Maren than she had been wanting to avoid, but the Sun God that she represented. He had given her a quest, and it was well over a year since that day at the Heart. Seasons had shifted, Mordecai had grown, and Meg had created two new beautiful lives, but still she had not made the pilgrimage to seek her god at his volcanic shrine. How was she supposed to know that she had truly learned the lesson the Sun had been trying to impart? What if she went and he was disappointed in her progress? What if he was angry she had taken so long?
“Maren.” the Sultana retuned the greeting with a nod of her own and wondered vaguely if the Diviner would know about her quest in the first place. Even if she does that’s no good reason to avoid her. the bay told herself and forced herself to relax in spite of the nagging guilt of her unfinished task. ”Do you have time?” There was a little part of Megaera that wanted to say no, the part that eyed the mare warily for a brief second before grace and good judgement could take it’s rightful place. She had a responsibility to do the best for her herd—Meg had never taken her title lightly—and that meant putting their need above selfishness, above her own petty whims. She loved them, truly, and not a single one deserved less than her best.
When she met the golden gaze and smiled, it held a genuine warmth. She was curious about what might have prompted the diviner to seek her out, but was assured that the tiger mare would not have settled herself so if there had been an emergency. She nodded in assent, and mirrored the woman’s posture, letting her own wings rest comfortably on her back. “Of course. What is it that I can do for you?”
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
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