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06-27-2013, 04:25 PM
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But when his heart was lifted up, and his mind hardened in pride...
Quilyan
...he was deposed from his kingly throne, and they took his glory from him.
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[OOC | PP okayed by abba, as was skipping her in the posting order.] He is vaguely aware of the goings-on, dimly acknowledges that they are surrounded by strangers in a land that is not theirs. Resplendence has spoken her piece, but it has scared her - he knows her too well to miss it, by now - and so when she retreats under his unbroken wing, he pulls her tightly to his side, desperately trying to look as though he can protect her. Zarina sighs, rolling her eyes, and through the bond he knows that he makes quite the pathetic protector. At least, right now. When the dark mare gives the order to heal him, he almost misses it; and so when the unknown mare approaches him, he momentarily pins his ears in confusion. Zarina scurries to his poll and cuffs his right aud, chittering angrily, and he relaxes, offering a dazed but apologetic smile. The healing is quick and painless, and slowly he begins to regain his sense of self. The lackluster look in his eyes begins to fade and is instead replaced with exhaustion - when was the last time he slept? - and as his wing mends and loses the infection, he finds that he feels better than he has in weeks. For the first time, he truly acknowledges his stupidity in waiting so long to see a healer. She was right, he thinks ruefully, sneaking an affectionate glance at the mare under his wing. Perhaps one day he will learn that the mare is always right, but for now, he will chalk it up to coincidence. The dark mare - is she the leader? - asks who they are, and as Resplendence seems to be in no condition to respond, he takes charge. His words are calm and quiet, though his voice and face are etched with fatigue. Once, he was a prince. Once, he would have drawn himself up to look regal, to prove that he was above their station. But oh, how he has changed! "I am sorry to have trespassed, m'lady," he begins, and he is surprised by how weak he sounds. "My name is Quilyan, and this is Resplendence. She was displaced by the invasion of the Foothills, and I was wounded fighting for them. To protect her." Again he glances at her warmly. "We were separated, and when we found one another again, we were in very bad shape, as you can see. I don't know that either of us noticed crossing into a herd land..." He trails off, unsure how to proceed. Would they kick the couple out now? Or would they invite them to stay? And what would he want to do? |
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