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04-14-2014, 05:18 PM
While there is a quiet sort of understanding in her gaze as she watched the unicorn and his bonded depart, it is drowned by the renewed relief that bubbles up as she turns back toward Dragomir. It is good to know that someone she knows is safe and survived the darkness. So good, that she cannot help but bump her muzzle against his shoulder as she gently applies her slender weight to his side in a silent hint for him to guide her home. Momentarily she lingers, skin to skin, before shifting a deliberate few inches apart. Close enough to inform observers that this 'herdless' filly had an escort, but just far enough apart to offer Dragomir his space.
It is now that he ventures with his questions, distracting her from allowing her thoughts to linger on the last sight she'd had of Rostislav and Damaris. "My aunt?" She hesitates, unsure which one he referred to initially until the comparison to herself and her sister sank in. "Oh, yes. She was a lovely emerald color, mottled with mossy shades so we didn't see her until she opened her eyes. They were the color of sapphires, and entirely out of place on what we'd first thought was a hill." She giggled then, a soft expression of mirth at the recollection, remembering how her aunt had looked right at them, the feel of hot brimstone breath running over them as she confirmed that the bronze-bay stallion was indeed her half-blood brother.
But the memory and the humor faded as Dragomir admitted to not having seen her sister either. "I haven't seen much of her since before the darkness, not after when the magic died." And her soul dragon disappeared. "We look similar, but Amaris has always been the more... aloof one. Stayed to herself and her magic. I hope she's alright." Somewhere in this she'd shifted closer, the leather of her wing almost brushing the painted stallion's side. "Mother... Father told me to leave with the Wild Rose and Kimber after he saw her go into the darkness and not come back. He's been trying to keep a watch over the darkness since, its why I knew it would be safe to come back." Her golden eyes lifted to meet Dragomir's. "I don't know how much everyone knows, so I need to tell what I know and learn what I can. Father trusted me to take his place keeping an eye out should Mother be able to return. And to find my sister and my other relatives." A quaver had entered her voice unbidden, while a heaviness seemed to hang over her. Unspoken was her desire to be home, unmentioned was her knowledge that home would never be the same.
It is now that he ventures with his questions, distracting her from allowing her thoughts to linger on the last sight she'd had of Rostislav and Damaris. "My aunt?" She hesitates, unsure which one he referred to initially until the comparison to herself and her sister sank in. "Oh, yes. She was a lovely emerald color, mottled with mossy shades so we didn't see her until she opened her eyes. They were the color of sapphires, and entirely out of place on what we'd first thought was a hill." She giggled then, a soft expression of mirth at the recollection, remembering how her aunt had looked right at them, the feel of hot brimstone breath running over them as she confirmed that the bronze-bay stallion was indeed her half-blood brother.
But the memory and the humor faded as Dragomir admitted to not having seen her sister either. "I haven't seen much of her since before the darkness, not after when the magic died." And her soul dragon disappeared. "We look similar, but Amaris has always been the more... aloof one. Stayed to herself and her magic. I hope she's alright." Somewhere in this she'd shifted closer, the leather of her wing almost brushing the painted stallion's side. "Mother... Father told me to leave with the Wild Rose and Kimber after he saw her go into the darkness and not come back. He's been trying to keep a watch over the darkness since, its why I knew it would be safe to come back." Her golden eyes lifted to meet Dragomir's. "I don't know how much everyone knows, so I need to tell what I know and learn what I can. Father trusted me to take his place keeping an eye out should Mother be able to return. And to find my sister and my other relatives." A quaver had entered her voice unbidden, while a heaviness seemed to hang over her. Unspoken was her desire to be home, unmentioned was her knowledge that home would never be the same.
