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11-10-2016, 10:25 AM
Sohalia the Transcended One by one, they trickled away, none of them seeming entirely satisfied with the results of their impromptu meeting. Sohalia watched them go with a heavy heart. They were so divided, so broken – how was she going to fix it? How were any of them going to fix it? Their herd was scared, terrified of a future without the protection of the WildFire, without the safety that they had come to take for granted. Had any of them every thanked him? Was that guilt and that grief perhaps what drove them to each other’s throats now?
The numbness that surrounded her heart on most days (a defensive mechanism, no doubt, without which the dove might have fallen apart long ago) was only a thin veneer now, waiting for the last piercing arrow to shatter her illusion of control. There was only sadness and anger upon their sands, accompanied only by a hopelessness that things would get better. They had raised a Church and put her Academy in motion, and yet the mare could not deny that their warriors were lacking, their spies were useless, and their healers were non-existent. What use was it to build the ranks of their seers and crafters if all that they created was only going to be taken or destroyed? Still, Sohalia could not condone an entirely militaristic leadership. Diplomacy had worked before, and she had no doubts that it would continue to work now. She and Gaucho had made quite the pair, once upon a time; as Sultan, he had made their warriors strong, while as Sultana, she had brokered their alliances and spoken hope into their people. The longing for those days left a pit in her stomach now, when they were so far removed from that reality. Spotting Nephele’s retreating back, the Transcended was struck by a sudden impulse; darting forward at a springy trot, she danced across the sands that separated her from the dark warrior. “Nephele!” she called, hoping that the other mare would heed her voice. Despite their disagreements at the meeting, Sohalia held no ill will for the mare; if anything, she thought that perhaps they had a great deal to talk about when it came to improving the herd. Catching up, a question fell from her lips: “May I have a moment?” "Talking." -Astraeus.- @Nephele  |
