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06-13-2013, 04:37 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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He frowns again as worry floods her features, then offers a sweet smile up at her, careful to keep any trace of pain from his orbs. "Do not worry, my lady. I am stronger than one little scratch." His words are soothing, but even Zarina looks at him with scorn for his comments. She knows that he is putting on a brave front for Resplendence's sake, that he knows as well as any that he cannot survive such an infection without a healer. She who rides on his back is more acquainted with his fever than any other, and she has felt it rise without respite for days. Do not scold me now, Zarina. You will scare my lady, he thinks, and the marmoset looks away. The affection with which Resplendence speaks to him does not go unnoticed, but his only smiles silently rather than returning the word. He does not want to scare her off. Instead, upon her acceptance of the marmoset's help, he lays his head on the ground and closes his eyes. He does not sleep, but the rest will help him all the same. Zarina, on the other hand, watches as Resplendence's muzzle draws closer, and when it bumps into her, she scurries along the bridge of her nose to perch on the mare's poll. She pauses there, grasping a few strands of mane lest the fae panic, and chitters softly, hoping to instill some sense of trust. She was a jealous creature by nature, and inclined to dislike those who stole her bonded's attention, but she tried to like the scared femme nonetheless. She was easy to like, Resplendence, and Zarina had quickly come to understand Quilyan's feelings for the petite fae. Now she strove for the approval of the mare that had become the prince's mate (if only by name and not by action, which she thought to be rather odd, but what did she know of love?). She began to braid the mare's mane, pulling a small section free to work with. Perhaps Resplendence would like flowers braided into her mane, as well. With that thought, the marmoset scuttles along Resplendence's neck and back, plucks one of the many flowers from her tail, and returns to her braid. She places the flower strategically to hide the ear that is missing, and then continues braiding until she reaches the end of the strand. |
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