There is something behind the throne

Quilyan

greater than the king himself.

He follows them.

He cannot explain why he follows them, but he feels it is imperative. Gleaming wings spread across the sky - blue, finally, after so many days of darkness. The gentle breeze of flight flickers against his nape, through his mane and across his rump to tangle in his tail. The pygmy marmoset settled onto his withers grips a handful of banner tightly, ensuring that her position is secure. Trouble follow them, she reminds him, answering the uneasy feeling that flows through the bond. He knows she is right - after all, last time Resplendence was out of his sight for any length of time, the unicorns of the north led an invasion on their home. Resplendence had been forced to fight, much to his dismay; he was her prince, and he was supposed to protect her, especially after all she'd been through. And Kahlua is no better, air-headed as she is. No offense, of course - she is a good friend for Resplendence, and entirely harmless, but there is something rather dense about her. Still, if they must wander off, he is glad they chose to do so together.

He likes it even better when he is able to follow.

He does not hurry or rush, he merely glides along the thermals rising from the warm ground now that the sun has returned. He does not hover - no, he is far enough back to allow the pair of mares privacy, but close enough to swoop down in case danger lurks. It is relaxing, to be able to fly without the worry of something creeping up in the darkness. It is relaxing to be able to stretch his wings, as he so often carries them tucked away around his princess. He has often wondered how they will manage, when she is so afraid of something that is a part of him, but then he remembers how far she has come. He remembers how easily she captivated him when no others could say the same. He remembers. Love, Zarina states warmly, and he smiles.

And then, suddenly, they are gone. At first he thinks that he has lost sight of them in the trees. He swoops lower, searching; still missing them, he circles, wondering if they have stopped along the way. Again, he cannot find them. He falls easily through a break in the trees and lands gracefully in a canter, still searching; a few paces forward, he slows, finally coming to a halt. His sides rise and fall quickly with the exertion and his nerves, but he forces stillness upon himself and just listens. A moment passes, and then two - and then, there they are. Voices. Hooves pick up a trot, and he comes across an open hole, a cavern that falls into the ground below. Peering in, he could almost laugh. "I suppose you'll have to climb back up, my lady, seeing as you haven't wings to fly," he calls teasingly before picking his way into the the cave and down the slippery slope to land beside her.

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Walk walk walk.
Talk talk talk.
Think think think.

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