Evers the Able
We're just two little street angels with dirty faces
Withers twitched as a drop of snow fell upon his short blue fur and his intelligent gaze lifted skyward as his breath blew visible on the wind. He wondered if this was the sign of Frostfall or was it simply a bad omen. Evers had been wandering around the Foothills a little, awaiting Irrydae so he could be brought into the presence of Ophelia and finally have his role in the home Ktulu had accepted him into, decided. The Able surprised himself when he felt a sense of nostalgia as he walked around, after all it hadn't been really all that long since he ruled, but a lot had happened in the days after. So much so that his time as Chief seemed like a far off memory, but he still couldn't shake off his sense of duty even now as he walked on wet rolling greens. He had left this land with his task unfinished, would Ophelia give him the chance to put that right? Evers certainly hoped so, it would be much different from the pressures of leading, but maybe it was better for him to work behind the scenes. Mandrake was dead and he needed another purpose to his life to fill the hole she had left inside of him.
By the time Rita had perked her ears to the summons of Loretta, Evers resembled a look more like that of a drowned rat than a horse. The snow making him shiver as his mane stuck to the side of his compact neck. With a pause followed by a sudden scramble of paws, the blue coloured mutt raced as fast as her tiny paws could carry her baby body until she stumbled into her bonded's forelegs. Yipping frantically whilst jumping up high off the ground with alarm plastered all over her youthful features, drowning Evers in fraught emotions. The roan stallion, with eyes wide in shock and confusion, watched as his friend sprinted off with a certainty to her stride and after a few seconds, he picked up his gait into a swift gallop and chased after her. Grunting every so often when he slipped slightly on the moist ground.
No thought entered his mind as he ran and he was even more rattled to the core when finally he arrived to gaze upon the scene Rita had brought him to. He watched Knox shove past an unknown pegasus mare whose expression seemed solemn and Evers smiled once to her in a way of gratitude before moving over to stand beside Knox who had moved closer to Archibald. Attempting to place his soft nose on his little brother's shoulder as a comfort before turning his sorrowful gaze towards Archibald and the mother of the child whose lifeless body lay upon the cold ground. Rita sat at the hocks of her bonded, head hung in grief and her tail motionless. Even at her tender age, she understood and lamented.
After all his dauntless brother had been through, did he not deserve just one miracle? Or were the actions of their past unforgivable and what lay before them now was a minefield of curses. Evers shook his head, he didn't understand why such an innocent child deserved death and he prayed for Archibald to find his inner strength, not to fall into the pits of despair. Not after the 'charmed' life they had lived so far. Lowering his head, ears flopping sadly to the side, he spoke briefly to them with thick emotion.
"I am sorry, truly sorry."
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