Mauja the FrostHeart
ice cold man watches earth die, eternal winter takes its reign

[ caution: randomly giant post. o.o' ]

The moon was the only witness to the encounter, and likely the only witness to the faint doubt in his heart - had he given himself away, somehow? He had no desire to prance in circles around Aylin, no desire to twist his words for a fantasy that wasn't real, but being a leader, he was always cautious in how much of his true heart he revealed. Had she somehow sensed his dislike of the other species, was that why she seemed to hesitate, why she fixed his pale eyes with her green ones, assessing, judging, his reaction? "No." What was he to make of that, what was he to say? The implication was vile, the whole thing something his entire soul rebelled against, but could he show it? He could never show it, but it was a disappointment all the same. To be honest, it made him want to scream. But to his credit, the only thing that slid past his guard was a slight hardening of his eyes, but it quickly disappeared. Mauja, tactfully, turned to look out across the fog, giving her only half a face to watch.

"I see," he murmured, deciding to drop the subject of bloodlines. Clearly she had no quarrel with the other species, but she was young still - it wasn't too late for her to see the true path of her kind. Half-blood she might be, but she was not responsible for her parents' crimes, and obviously the pure blood was strong in her. Mauja would not hold her heritage against her, for after all, she had not been around to prevent it from happening, had she? The translucent King loathed it when offspring were blamed for their parents mistakes - the offspring had nothing to do with such things, especially if they weren't even born at the time! "I think you were given the kinder of faiths." Because, let's face it - the Moon wasn't busy setting the world on fire. Idly he wondered if her brother would defend the Sun's actions, or if he would realize the errors he had committed. No matter. He was of the weaker blood, taking after his mother; if encountered, there was no need to attempt a conversion. The world was harsh and Mauja abused that fact ruthlessly. One less equine sunfollower wasn't a flea in his fur, rather it was a flea out of his fur. Aylin would suffer, but if Mauja could avoid being implicated...

Are you really plotting her brother's murder when standing not even three feet from her?

To be perfectly, bluntly honest, he was - and, he was amazed and surprised in equal amounts at how cold he could be when he wished it. Had he even been innocent, pure, affectionate? Likely. Was he still affectionate? You could say that. Did he have a heart of ice, or, as his legend name claimed, frost? Definitely. Mauja the Ice Heart might've fit him better, but that was not the name he had been given.

"The sun should not be vanquished," she was saying, and he agreed. Without any Gods to measure herself against, the Moon's true beauty would be diminished, but as she pointed out, the sun was quite vital to their survival. Mauja nodded his thoughtful agreement, once more soft like snow, without a trace of the hard ice his eyes had shown at the mention of equine blood. "We need long nights and much rain to heal," he murmured, much rain to wash the blood away. "But also sun, so we can grow again. Few things thrive in absolute darkness, not even creatures of the moon." He gave her a wry little smile. And if there was no harsh sunlight to scorch your skin and blind your eyes, how would you appreciate the soothing night-breeze and the soft, gentle glow of the moon? If there was no chaos, how would you know harmony? He veered off, deciding not to toe into the philosophies of racism. He didn't really need the other species to remind him of his greatness, but perhaps others did.

He laughed, not unkindly, and leaned over in an attempt to ruffle her forelock with his muzzle - without impaling himself on her horn. "Ah, little moon child, she is not one to see only the prominent figures in the world, not one to listen only to the ones that shout the loudest. You have a keen mind, and a strong faith - young you may be, but not stupid. I think that, in time, she will come to you, and then you will see her beauty for yourself. She is.." He paused, frowned, sought for words. How to describe her? "She is like everything of the darkness, from even the sinister to the purely beautiful - not evil in any way, but she is wild. Breathtakingly beautiful, with eyes like the moon itself, a spiraled horn and great wings on which she soars through the night sky..." Mauja's dreamy voice silenced, his eyes lost among the stars. Her wings were the one thing about her appearance of which he disapproved, but he could hardly tell her to get rid of them, could he? Even with them, she was beautiful; but oh so unattainable. She was a goddess, a feral spirit, one that it was only appropriate to love from afar.

Mauja was strong in his devotion.

And the dragon wasn't hers. It was a relief of sorts, but if she was a half-blood... could she bond to one too? Or did the unicorn blood in her fully eradicate the equine one? Those things breathed fire and he didn't like it, but he'd heard that those born in winter sometimes breathed frost, supercooled water which froze upon impact - those things could be useful, but... the means of acquiring them... He gazed down at her, thoughtfully, and at the proud Tallis on her back. The dragon was a creature as much as any of them, and he held them no ill will, just their choice of bondmates. It was a moral question for another day, though, and he gave the dragon a small smile. "I'm glad he does. Does your family live anyplace in particular?"