| Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2 hh :: 10 (ages in Orangemoon) HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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There is something behind the throne
Quilyan
greater than the king himself.
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 | He stands quietly beneath the branches of what is quickly becoming his favorite tree. He has done his duty and passed on what he has seen in the Spectral Marsh to those in charge. Destrier has gone to, presumably, tell Mirage. Resplendence has gone on her merry way to prepare herbs - he smiles at the thought, for she has the perfect personality for a healer - but he has elected not to assist. He is afraid that he would do more harm than good in her little garden, as he doesn't have a dainty enough step to avoid the plants that she is trying so hard to cultivate. Zarina had accompanied her, though, both to help her and to watch over her. Though he has the key to her heart quite literally lying against his chest, he still feels better for her to have a companion (or is teh marmoset a guardian?) in these odd times.
The prince closes his eyes, trying to calm his itching nerves. He wants to do something, but he hasn't the slightest idea what he might be capable of doing. In his homeland, he hadn't exactly been useful - after all, princes were not required to do chores or assist with training or any of those mundane tasks that everyone here performed. That's not to say that he is unwilling - quite the opposite, actually - but he isn't really sure where to start. He frowns. Surely there has to be something he can do. What had they said at the meeting the other day? Was there some job left undone? Something he could help with? The memory of the meeting brought back a feeling of nostalgia, for he had thought that he had seen... well, it couldn't have been. His homeland was long gone, and his favorite sister was far too young to have escaped, wasn't she? Never mind that he had thought he'd seen her... there were plenty of painted mares wandering around, weren't there?
Of course there were. He shakes his head, his eyes still closed, his frown deeper than ever. Since when had he become so... grown up? If his sister could see him now, she likely wouldn't recognize him. Long gone was the flirtatious, spoiled prince of their youth. He has grown up since then, grown into the role that was meant for him from the start. Except his role didn't exist anymore. Back home, he was a prince; here, he is a nobody. And, unless he finds some way to bring his herd - his new family - pride, he is likely to stay that way.
Let the brainstorming commence.
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Faster! With a giggle and a snort, the bicolored mare raced through the morning sun, air rushing in and out of her hungry lungs, copper strands of hair whipping behind her like unruly flags: the picture of an ordinary girl out for an ordinary run on an ordinary day. Except her run was taking place in the sky, a good mile above the earth. And except Nasreen, one of the last of the great line of Th’orqui, was a lost princess. And except the fact that today, though she had no way of knowing it, would be anything but ordinary.
The girl’s wings churned furiously, hooves skimming the clouds, gaining altitude and speed until she hit a warm autumn thermal. Wings spread wide, she relaxed, allowing herself to glide along on the breeze, far above the trees. Pleased with herself, Nasreen took a moment to survey the cloudscape. It was a fantasy of hers that one day, she’d look over and someone would have joined her in the sky—someone to race, someone to teach her some of the fancier maneuvers that she had watched other pegasi execute effortlessly (and that she had only attempted clumsily), or even someone to chat with as they sailed above the earth. She was grateful for the friends she had made here in the edge thus far, but all of her flights had been solo voyages since Amara’s death.
All this time, she had been gliding above a sort of valley, and in her absentminded daydreaming, Nasreen hadn’t realized that as she was gliding down, she had reached the valley’s edge where the earth had begun to rise up once more. Unnoticed by her idle grey eyes, the trees had grown closer and closer, and she was only yanked out of fantasyland when she nearly collided with one of the taller pines. Roughly, she jerked out of harm’s way, but in the process, lost her balance (who knew that was even possible for someone who wasn’t even on the ground?), and made a rather loud and undignified landing in a young thicket.
That was quite enough flying for today, thank you. Sheepishly, she shook her wings off, glad that no one was around to witness this spectacle as she climbed out of the brambles. Nasreen wasn’t one to be easily embarrassed, but she prided herself on being able to fly properly—it had been a skill imparted to her at a young age—and what she had just managed to accomplish…well, it was a far cry from competence. She tucked her head under a wing to reach a thistle that clung persistently to the down, and was greatly surprised to find, in her upside-down vision, a pegasus staring quietly back at her from underneath a tree.
He--he!--here Nasreen almost fled, despite the fact that a winged stranger would be one of the few who could easily catch her should she attempt to escape into the sky—was well-built, possessing large powerful wings, a regal body draped in cream and pinky-gold tobiano, and a strange sense of familiarity that rooted Nasreen to her spot amongst the weeds. It couldn’t be…he really looked nothing like…
“…Quilyan?” she breathed.
Please do not tag Nasreen except for in opening posts and in spars!
| Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2 hh :: 10 (ages in Orangemoon) HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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There is something behind the throne
Quilyan
greater than the king himself.
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| It does not take long for the painted steed to fall into a light sleep, his cranium drooping and a hind leg sagging in relaxation. How long has it been since he slept? It is daylight now, and he had been in the Marsh the evening before... well, it had been over twenty-four hours, anyway. Not that he knows or cares, lost in his dreamland as he is. And really, if it weren't for the unfortunate thump that rocked his little grove, then perhaps the prince would still be sleeping. As it is, he opens his eyes with a melodramatic sigh, prepared to give whoever it is that has landed a look meant to scorch.
He is not prepared for what he sees. Before him there is a filly - well, not really a filly anymore, though that is how he remembers her - awkwardly positioned to pull a thistle from her belly. She is a rather lovely shade of chestnut, splashed here and there with white. She's really grown into herself, considering last time he saw her she was all legs. But for once, a pretty little mare is not in danger of being flirted with. Instead, he tilts his head to the side in confusion, for she looks almost like... well, he's finally gone crazy. Resplendence will be thrilled.
And then, she says his name.
She says his name.
He swallows, hard, then says, "Hello, Nasreen." He is the picture of self-control. For a minute, anyway. Then he steps forward, lips lightly at her rump, and grins. "What in the world are you doing, Reeni?" He dances to the side, the picture of an innocent colt again. "The world makes a little more sense right side up, you know." He might be imagining her, but at least he'll have fun with it. Gods, how he missed his sister! She had been light, and color, and fun, and he doesn't have near enough of that in his life nowadays. Besides, she was always his favorite. Is he really lucky enough to get the good sister back?
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“…Quilyan?”
As soon as the words slipped through her parted lips, Nasreen had the inexplicable urge to snatch them back. No, no, this was crazy. Addressing a total stranger as if she knew him…and on top of all that, he could be dangerous for gods’ sakes, and here she was stopping to shoot the breeze! Nasreen’s head was spinning. It was funny how she could want something so badly, could search for it night and day…and then, when that something proved to be real, she could completely deny its existence. Nasreen had been seeking clues to Th’orqui’s whereabouts from the minute she had set foot in Helovia, yet when one of the biggest pieces of her past stood before her, in the flesh, she was frozen, head under wing, talking herself out of what could be the best thing that had happened to her in a very, very long time. This could NOT be Quilyan; Quilyan was gone, and he didn’t even look like this stallion anyway; Quil was--
“Hello, Nasreen.”
Her light eyes widened. Helplessly, she watched as the stallion drew closer. It was as if she was in a dream: he moved slowly, yet purposefully, and she was stuck, unable to lift a hoof to help herself. All she could hear was the blood pounding in her ears and the silent chant of the mantra that had been running through her head at an ever-increasing speed since she had uttered her brother’s name: This cannot be Quilyan, this CANNOT be Quilyan, this cannot be… His muzzle grazed her rump, and she flinched—she did not know why. But then again, Nasreen did not know why she wasn’t running far, far away right now, and she didn’t know why she’d even mentioned Quilyan’s name in the first place because--
“What in the world are you doing, Reeni? The world makes a little more sense right side up, you know.”
She lost it. “QUILLY!” she shrieked, falling into his shoulder and covering him in nuzzles of affection and desperation. Nasreen had begun both sobbing and laughing hysterically, and between gasps was choking out weird and fragmented pieces of her story—her escape from Th’orqui, Amara’s death, her arrival in the Edge, how scared she had been—and asking him a million questions. What had happened to the others? Were they here, too? How long had he been here? How did they get home? She did not doubt for a moment that he knew the answers; he always did—he was her big brother, after all.
After a good ten minutes of blubbering and hysteria, Nasreen was struck with the horrifying realization that Quil might think he had been mistaken. The sister he had left behind had been a baby, but she was no babbling fool. What if he was entertaining thoughts of turning tail and running? She wouldn’t blame him. Not fifteen minutes ago, she had been thinking of doing the same, and she hadn’t even pegged him as a lunatic, the way he doubtlessly must see her. But the tears had a mind of their own. Why couldn’t she keep it together?!
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she managed, when her sobs had grown somewhat quieter. “It’s just…it’s really you.” Nasreen gave a glittering smile through her tears, gazing at the face of her brother.
Please do not tag Nasreen except for in opening posts and in spars!
| Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2 hh :: 10 (ages in Orangemoon) HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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There is something behind the throne
Quilyan
greater than the king himself.
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| He chuckles quietly at the surprise and disbelief in her eyes - after all, if he had not seen the impossible in his time in Helovia, perhaps he would be denying what is right in front of him as well. Of course, he is not entirely used to good things happening to him. He had lost Resplendence, hadn't he, almost for good; and now, he has seen the nightmare that has taken over the Marsh. The future is not certain, by any means - and yet he is happy now, reunited with that which he had held most dear in Th'orqui. As Nasreen recognizes him, squealing her own pet name for him and rushing to shower him in the affection that is very much her trademark, he grins.
But then she begins to cry, overwhelmed by all that her young mind has experienced, and his grin slips and falls from his facade, replaced by concern. As she splutters her own version of the tale he knows all too well, he continues to gently knead along her spine, hoping the massage-like motions will calm her. His heart breaks as she sobs into his shoulder, for, after all, she is his favorite, his to protect, particularly here in this new world. He swallows hard, pushing the instinctual urge to find the problem and kill it (how very manly and brutish of him) away. There is nothing to find, nothing to kill, and certainly no way to repair the wrongs that had been done to them. He sighs.
"Don't apologize," he implores her as she finally begins to get a grip. "It hasn't been easy. I'm just grateful you made it this far. I never thought I'd see any of you again." The frown on his maw twists, pain flickering through his eyes for the briefest of moments; he blinks, and it is gone, the expression replaced with one considerably more relaxed. "But there - we're together again, aren't we, Reeni? And I think you'll like it here - the Edge is a wonderful home, you know."
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“Don’t apologize,” he tells her. “It hasn’t been easy.” Nasreen almost nods, then remembers how Kahlua called her brave, and how it felt to have that to hang onto when she had had nothing and no one else. When Kahlua had called her brave, she had felt…strong. Despite everything that had happened, Kahlua’s comment had stayed the tears then, and the mere memory of it does the trick now. For the moment, she swallows her emotion. “…I never thought I’d see any of you again,” her brother is saying, and she is nodding along absentmindedly, grooming his withers, placated by her daydreams of courage, when suddenly, his words sink in. Her heart drops.
“You mean…Mother and Father…Ishtar…none of…?” she chokes, blinking rapidly, unsure whether to suppress the tears that have pooled in her cloudy grey eyes or to sob freely. Her resolve weakens, and the tears come once more. “None of them are here?” she whispers. Nasreen gazes up at her protector, eyes begging him not to tell her what she knows he is going to say.
“But there—we’re together again, aren’t we, Reeni?” he reminds her gently. The smile creeps out again like a wayward sunbeam, and she leans into him, chin resting between his broad wings. “Yes,” she murmurs. “We are. And if I found you, well, I’m sure that we’ll all be back together again one day.” She pushes the thought of Amara from her mind, Amara who had traveled with her from Th’orqui, who hadn’t lived to see this reunion. “I think you’ll like it here,” Quil continues, ever the one to soothe her worries. “The Edge is a wonderful home, you know.”
“I’m sure it is,” Nasreen replies, lifting her head and turning to face him. “For now, anyway. I suppose you haven’t found the direction back, then?” Realizing how that must sound to him, she adds hastily, “Oh, don’t worry, Quilly, I didn’t mean anything by that. We’ll find it together!”
Her eyes are dry now, alight with new hope. “Oh, Quilly, I’m ever so glad we found each other!”
Please do not tag Nasreen except for in opening posts and in spars!
| Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2 hh :: 10 (ages in Orangemoon) HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Zarina :: Pygmy Marmoset :: Quantum Leap
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There is something behind the throne
Quilyan
greater than the king himself.
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| A million curses come to mind. None of them are particularly useful as he berates himself mercilessly with them. She was his baby sister, for goodness' sake! No one was permitted to make her cry, particularly not him. But it gets worse. At first, she is upset only that they are not all together... and suddenly, he knows that he must break the worst news of all to her. "No, I - well, Erigor made it this far with me, but I don't... he's gone again..." He falls silent, painfully watching her emotions play across her face. She is so easy to read, so open and naive and young. It isn't fair. None of it was fair. Their life had been ruined, and for what?
But you wouldn't have met Resplendence if it hadn't happened this way, a voice whispers in the back of him mind, and he swallows, calming. "I'm glad we found each other, too," he murmurs quietly, wondering if perhaps he could just stay silent, if perhaps he could hide the truth from her, if perhaps he could protect her... But her earnest gaze, alight with the fresh breath of new hope, is on him, and he imagines that there is something accusing there, too; and he knows that if he withholds the truth from her now, if he fails to tell her, then she will be all the more upset when it comes out. And it would come out, when he refused to search for home.
"Look, ah... Reeni... we... we can't go home," he tells her thickly, concern and emotion glossing over his violet eyes. "There isn't anything to go home to." He pauses, wondering how much he should tell her, how much she can handle, and he knows that somehow, she will require proof. "I was in the godswood when the attack started, and I hung around for a few days there, trying to get information from other refugees. There's nothing left in the Capital, Reeni, and it sounded like we got off easy. All they wanted from the Capital was -" The Family. He hesitated. "Well, the bad guys took over, Reeni, and there isn't anyone left to take Th'orqui back. We have to stay here."
I'm so sorry.
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“Look, ah…Reeni…we…we can’t go home.” Nasreen nudged her brother gently under the chin, as if to say, Well of course we can silly—we just haven’t found our way back yet! “There isn’t anything to go home to.” Nothing to go home to? Now he was really speaking nonsense. Was it the palace he was talking about? Because they could live somewhere else. Or was it the ones who had turned against them? Because they could drive them out!
“I was in the godswood when the attack started, and I hung around for a few days there, trying to get information from other refugees. There's nothing left in the Capital, Reeni, and it sounded like we got off easy. All they wanted from the Capital was--Well, the bad guys took over, Reeni, and there isn't anyone left to take Th'orqui back. We have to stay here."
Nothing left? She did not like the hurt that was clouding Quilyan’s face, nor the hitch in his voice as he spoke. It pained her to see his pain. But what was more distressing to Nasreen was that for the first time in her life, she could not believe her older brother. Nothing left?? If it hadn’t been so painful, she might have laughed. He spoke as if Th’orqui had simply ceased to exist! It was out there, she knew it—so why didn’t he go and take it? Until Father came back (and yet, deep in her heart, Nasreen knew he wouldn’t), Quil was supposed to be Th’orqui’s ruler and protector. Who was there to watch out for their subjects—for the nursemaid who had braided her mane with flowers during the festival season, for the gentleman in the village who sold sweets from the leather sack on his back—who was watching out for them? Had he even tried to find his way back? Had he even tried to find her?
Her anger startled her. She should be happy! She’d been reunited with a brother whom she feared was dead. With him, she was safe. With him, life in Helovia would be easier. Yet, in an odd and terrible way, Nasreen sensed that she was alone here—Quil was not going to try to find Th’orqui, that much was obvious from the way he spoke. No matter. His doubt only fed her hope. She would find a way if he wouldn’t; when the path back to the homeland was before his hooves, how could he refuse her? For now, she could not berate him. Despite her disappointment, it was not her place. Besides, the last thing she wanted was for him to go away again. Surely, he would not leave her voluntarily, but angry words could taint a most precious bond, and that, she was not willing to risk.
So, for once in her life, Nasreen kept quiet. She nibbled at his mane, grooming him the way their nurses used to. “It will be okay, Quilly. It will be okay.”
OOC: So sorry that this took FOREVER, but I’m back! Due to the SWP, I don’t know if you want to move this/start a new thread to somewhere safer, so just let me know c:
Please do not tag Nasreen except for in opening posts and in spars!
| Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2 hh :: 10 (ages in Orangemoon) HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Zarina :: Pygmy Marmoset :: Quantum Leap
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There is something behind the throne
Quilyan
greater than the king himself.
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| He doesn't like this feeling of... inadequacy, of failure. Oh, how he longs to return to their homeland, to retake the throne that is rightfully his, to be the king that she sees in him - but he can't. What she fails to understand is that in order for a monarchy to be successful, it must have a firm, well-built base, and Th'orqui no longer has that. Can she blame him for running, when he had thought they were all dead? Was he wrong to flee, unable to bring himself to look for their familiar faces among the dead? She refuses to believe him, though she offers hushed condolences and insistent, patronizing bravery. Can't she see that if he could go back, if he could return Th'orqui to its former glory, he would?
But then the faces flash before his eyes - Resplendence, and Kaj, and Kahlua, and Mirage, and all of the others that he had sworn to protect. Is his role here any less important? He leans into his little sister's embrace, allowing her to attempt to calm him (as though he is the one that needs it!). Oh, Reeni... How he longs to tell her, to insist that he is in the right, that there is nothing to go back to... but he knows it will do him no good, just as he knows that Nasreen will not strike out on her own so soon after finding him again. And when she tells him that it will be okay, he wants to say that he knows, because he's been okay, he's come to terms with his losses and moved on, found someone to love, found a family to serve... but in the end it is only silence that falls from his lips.
Instead, he stretches to massage along her withers, hoping that she will come to see Helovia as he does - as home.
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