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02-11-2013, 12:37 AM
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One by one, they left. The shadow-mare remained, gazing at the FrostHeart with indecipherable amber orbs. How did she feel about his return? Did she even know the answer? When he had appeared, she had felt an incomprehensible glee. It had lasted for the briefest of moments, it had been the most fleeting of emotions, and she had not even recognized it for what it was. But it had been there, and the raw emotion had left her powerless to stop the mask from falling away, his name falling tenderly from her lips, his appearance a remnant from a dream. The dream. The dream that had changed everything, or nothing. The dream that had hope, despair, love, and loss, all together, all apart, all at once. Or perhaps it had simply shown her nothing at all. Here or there, now or then, nothing had changed between them. She must remember that. "It was the beginning of Birdsong," she explained, careful to keep her tone light, resisting the urge to take just a few steps closer. "A new god appeared to us and brought us to the Aurora Basin. We are deep within the Frostbreath Steppe. I think that you will find it to your liking..." she trailed off, unsure of how to proceed. Did she proclaim her rule, wear it like the crown it was, flaunt it to one who had once held it? Would he resent her? Would he be pleased for her? Would he demand his kingdom back? "What do you mean to do, Mauja?" And there it was again, his name slipping from her tongue like that. She almost sounded vulnerable, but it was only the one word, only those two little syllables. Would he catch the slip? Or would it pass by, irrelevant to all but her? Was she imagining things? Was she becoming soft, weak? Why does he have to come with so many questions? she asked herself wryly. It was true, for even in her dreams, he had left her mind riddled with unanswered inquiries. [W/C | ---] |
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