go away, bitter memory

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[OPEN] go away, bitter memory

Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380

Deceased

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 hh :: 8 (ages in Orangemoon) Buff: ENDURE

RayoDeSoleil

07-14-2013, 04:06 PM

power loves not the light of day

For a time, the shadow-mare had forgotten what it could be like to trust another to know the right thing to say and to be around to say it. She had left Helovia, running from her own perception of weakness. She had been alone in the world then, particularly when her own daughter had deserted her, and had returned to the land from which she had fled with a wall around her heart. She would not fear her own emotions, not anymore, for she would not have them. The shade had been wrong, of course, as so many are when they attempt to control their feelings in such a way

Mauja had surprised her, because he had welcomed her home so readily, had forgiven her for her transgressions so quickly. The invasion had, perhaps, left him with little choice, but one must take advantage of the situation in which they find themselves. She had surprised herself, too, by admitting first that she considered him a friend, and again by recognizing that perhaps she cared too much for the Ice King, though she had failed to say as much. Where was he now, she wondered? He had departed at the onset of her battle with Kri, and she had not seen him since. Was he alive? Was he well? Would he ever return? She worried for him, alone in the endless night, and she worried for their herd, for many considered him their leader instead of the Empress.

Illynx did not. The corporal remained steadfastly loyal despite their long separation, and she found herself grateful. Perhaps the golden-laced femme recognized a difference in the way the jackal treated her, but if she did, she said nothing. Instead, here she stood, offering quiet reassurances to her leader, attempting to jest about the unfortunate situation despite the Lady's inability to recognize such a joke. "Perhaps," she agreed in response to Illynx's logic. Finally, a sigh. And then: "We shall adapt, of course. What other option do we have?" A pause, and then a shake of the head. She turned to her friend and nudged her gently on the shoulder, a gesture of thanks. "How are you settling in, darling? Is the Basin to your liking?"

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