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01-02-2013, 06:08 PM
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The king whose word no man relies on
Quilyan
never said a foolish thing nor ever did a wise one.
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It was a beautiful day in the middle of Birdsong. The temperatures were perfect: not too hot, yet not too cold. Warm, with a gentle breeze rustling the branches overhead. Everything was green now, having bloomed following the departure of Frostfall. As Quilyan soared overhead, he took note of the emerald sea below him. How he had come to find himself in the Threshold again so soon after his last visit, he was not sure. After all, what business had he welcoming newcomers into the land? Wasn't that the job of the herds? Perhaps so, and yet the land had been oddly still. He wondered if there was trouble brewing, elsewhere - but then, if there was, it wasn't really his problem, now, was it? He took note of a small shadow in the sky. It looked to be a pegasus, and he wondered if it was scouting for newcomers as he was. No harm in a hello, he thought with a shrug, beating his wings with powerful strokes, propelling himself forward. As he approached, he thought that there might be something familiar about the shape, the color. He squinted, blinded briefly by the sun's light. When his eyes had cleared, the shape was gone, disappeared into the trees. He dropped, circling downward in spirals, longing for a glimpse of that once-familiar pelt, sure that he would be disappointed once he reached the pegasus. A crack met his auds just as his orbs made contact with the filly perched on the branch. It was an awkward sight to watch her fall, flailing, and land with a puff of dirt on the ground. It was an unceremonious landing, and without thinking, Quilyan cried out. "Nasreen!" He immediately felt silly - it could not be his sister, would not be her. But as he landed, far more gracefully than she, he saw that it was indeed her, and he was, for a moment, overjoyed. Until his protective instincts kicked in, that is. "Nasreen!" he exclaimed again, rushing to her side, nudging her gently all over, checking her for injuries. "You little idiot!" he hissed, but his tones were laced with affection. "You are not a bird!" |
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