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 The mare, Frost Fyre (a name laden with rime and embers, ice and fire) with her galaxies, planets, orbits, stars and constellations drawn across her eyes, her face, her mercurial halo, only gave the slightest touch into the unknown. Lena listened, quietly, absorbing the subtle hints and cues of enigmatic journeys and troubling, vexing quandaries. A furtive twist of the veil; and she shared no more. A wayfaring, Romani interlude sprung into distortion, perhaps, a wayward glance into the gloom, and she’d left with naught else but the deer beside her and a map of queries with no answers. She’d looped, disappeared into the midnight oils and then swung back into the icy chasms and aurora-lit valleys, and like so many others, had determined her venture would continue here, icicle sanctuaries and chilling havens. Understanding passed through the nymph’s beatific heart, and she almost reached out to the younger dame, whispering of spells and enchantments to flutter away the dusky shades of disappointment, broken delusions, and rancorous promises – but for once, she yielded and only gave the lilt of a honeysuckle smile and a kindred, spirited note. “You’ll find Zikar-Sin as the Haruspex; perhaps you could lend him assistance.” She fluttered and winked, fairy and fey twisted into a grand anomaly of fanciful delight and covert covers, laden in the sweet cavalcades of aspirations and dreams. She couldn’t proffer or bestow anything else but the lacings of her taffeta grins and harmonious raptures, not when secrets were so confined and depths so drowned in murky fathoms, only bright encouragement keened from her lips, delving into the harpsichord lanes of empire and sovereigns. “I hope it goes better for you now.” The Mender inclined her head, gestured another smile towards the companion, Imogen lowering herself into an indulgent crouch and pretending to stalk its horned figure, and then allowed her warm, tender gaze to alight back onto the celestial girl, preferring her not to hit any more asteroids. “Please let me know if I can be of any help.” Lena</style> |
