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04-23-2016, 08:01 PM
Själ If the girl had been able to read the young stallion's mind, then perhaps she wouldn't have felt so alone. That he felt the same restless tug that pulled her to wander, that he felt the same sad song of lost friendship tugging at his heartstrings, that he was so very like her that it could not be ignored -- it was all lost on the princess, who smiled sweetly as the steed accepted her compliment, unaware and perhaps the worse for it. She had, surprisingly, never considered Erebos to be a friend; he was but a stranger that she had met in passing, an acquaintance that she had stumbled upon a time or two, a wanderer with whom she shared a common history. If she had known all that there was to know, she might have wondered if her dismissal of the dark stallion as a confidant had been a mistake. Ansgar settled at her hooves, golden eyes staring into the darkness that the kitsune had withdrawn into; the griffin gave a mental shrug to her bonded, sighed dramatically, and then began to preen her right wing, settling errant feathers into place with a deft twitch of her beak. The princess offered a gentle word to the creature, soothing the boredom that threatened to overtake Ansgar, offering a chance for fun and freedom later. But for now, she asked for maturity and patience, for she had always felt that Erebos was one to impress. His was not the presence in which to cavort and caper, but that which demanded respect and strategy. She had worn the mask of royalty to disguise her peasantry, and she was afraid to fall below his role as a rising king. The princess had not expected that he would answer, so strange and out of place was her query; but she was soon set upon by his piercing gaze, eyes that seemed to see straight through to her soul, coaxing some answer out of the nothingness that lay dormant there. You belong here, he told her, and it was all she could do to hold in a snort of derision, for how could she belong in a place that had never been called home? "Do I?" she asked vaguely, a slight downturn of the corners of her mouth the only indication of her displeasure. "'Here' is quite the broad term, you know; I never seem to be able to narrow it down to any specific 'there'." "Talk." --Ansgar.--  |
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