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If she was being honest with herself, she had expected to be greeted by Gaucho. In her past, she had grown used to him being everywhere - he was patrolling, he was fighting, he was leading, all seemingly at once. It was a talent that she had never developed, even in her short time as Sultana. A small, nostalgic smile graced her lips -- Gods, that had been so long ago! But the smile faded quickly, for it had been too long ago, it seemed. By Ivezho's count, she had been gone for months or even years. Long enough for everyone to move on, to forget, perhaps even to prefer her absence. Shaking her head to dispel those errant thoughts, the Transcended hesitated near the border of the Throat. Suddenly, she was not so sure that she wanted to simply waltz right in, afraid that whoever found her would take her to be an intruder. Even without the life growing inside her, the former Sultana was no fighter, and she was quite sure that she would be ejected from the herdland as quickly as she had entered it if she came upon an unfriendly warrior. She swallowed, hard. Still, her expectation that it would be Gaucho that arrived to greet her was only truly dispelled when she caught sight of a vaguely familiar face approaching across the sands. Though Sohalia had not taken the opportunity to get to know Megaera, she remembered the name with a mixture of respect and fondness. From what she remembered, the Sunspear had been a devoted warrior, something that deserved recognition even from those who were not inclined to pursue that role. She put on a smile, prepared to offer a polite, kind greeting; Megaera's words came first, however, civil but lacking in the warmth that the Transcended had expected. Her smile faltered, then returned. Shame on you, she chided herself internally. And why should she be pleased to see you? Having disappeared more than once, no doubt while Megaera had stayed loyally in the desert sands, it was unsurprising to find that she was not given the welcome she would have had previously, as the Sultan's mate and former queen. "Megaera," she said kindly in greeting, refusing to allow her previous cheer at returning home to fade. "I had not thought to be away for so long, if I'm being honest." A slight frown crossed her face, for she still had no reason for her disappearance. She could guess that perhaps she had been pushed and pulled through time by the Rift, but that was mere supposition. Besides, that wasn't a theory she wished to offer to justify her actions. "How are things in the Throat?" she asked, forcing her thoughts to the present. "Talk talk talk." @Megaera |
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the path is dark [any] - by Sohalia - 04-26-2016, 08:45 PM
RE: the path is dark [any] - by Megaera - 05-04-2016, 12:26 AM
RE: the path is dark [any] - by Sohalia - 05-04-2016, 09:37 PM
RE: the path is dark [any] - by Megaera - 05-09-2016, 08:44 PM
RE: the path is dark [any] - by Gaucho - 05-13-2016, 11:14 AM
RE: the path is dark [any] - by Sohalia - 05-14-2016, 09:33 PM
RE: the path is dark [any] - by Megaera - 06-09-2016, 10:27 PM
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