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06-13-2014, 02:38 AM
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Her lost children haunted her in the night, though she spoke of it to no one. Most commonly, it was their eyes - the bi-colored lenses of Skysong, the dark irises of Zenobia, and gods, she couldn't remember, if she ever knew, the color of her firstborn's orbs. Of course, the poor thing hadn't even had the chance to open her eyes, so perhaps it was fitting that it was Diniel that followed her into the deepest recesses of her own mind, determined to shock and terrify her, to force her into wakefulness when the rest of the land lay in a deep slumber. The dove couldn't remember the last time that she had gotten a full night's sleep, and though she didn't complain, knowing in her heart that it was her own fault, that she had done her children wrong, that she had brought about their greatest pains and failures and, perhaps, their deaths, it had begun to take its toll. The night before had been particularly gruesome, with images of her daughters interspersed with images of her parents, so that in her dreams, she could no longer tell one from the other as each fell to the blades of the unicorns that had murdered her family so long ago. She had woken in a sweat, terrified, her jaws clamped shut to enclose the scream that threatened to spill across the sand. Even as the sun rose to hang, hot and dry, above her desert wonderland, she could not quite shake the feeling that somehow, somewhere, there was something wrong. She found herself wandering among the palms near the oasis, scanning the skies and the sand with an agitation that was rarely seen on her petite figure. Astraeus, still too young to be quite capable of any sort of mind-speech, was perched in a nearby tree, watching her with concern. He may not have been able to communicate in words, but the emotions of the pair were tied as tightly as ever; her pain was his pain, and as the day wore on, he grew more and more agitated, unable to find the source of his bonded's distress. She saw a shape plummet from the sky, and for a moment, she debated whether or not she should simply allow the nearest patrol to see to it; but then she remembered her position, and her duty, and she threw herself into the sky through a small hole in the canopy of palms. The leaves scraped against her wings as she rose, offering a rough sort of comfort as she swooped effortlessly in the direction of the intruder. Astraeus accompanied her, flying a few meters above her; when she landed, he remained in the air, a circling beacon to alert others to her position, if need be. It would seem, however, that such a warning would not be needed on this day, for as the Sultana landed, she found herself staring open-mouthed at the sight before her. For a moment, she could feel nothing but shock; and then joy overwhelmed her, swamping her senses and leaving her mind a senseless pile of bewilderment and excitement. "Zenobia," she breathed, and then: "Zenobia!" She rushed forward, reaching eagerly to brush her maw along her daughter's forehead, along a shoulder, along the short line of her back, hoping against all hope that she would not be rejected, that the youngling would be just as happy to see her mother. "Oh, gods, I'm so happy to see you!" "Talk talk talk." @[name] [OOC | OMG I CAN'T EVEN. I love you, I love her, this is brilliant, that is all.] |
| Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried... |
