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The sun shines brightly in the sky, and the breeze tousles the princess’ hair with gentle fingers, waking her from an easy slumber. Opening her eyes, Nasreen greets the morning with a small smile and a stretch of copper wings. After discovering her glass magic, she’d slept soundly for the first night in two weeks. The sign of reassurance from the goddess had done wonders to lift Nasreen’s spirits, and with such a perfect day, she is already feeling better. Things would work out—the goddess had already given her a most incredible gift! Now all there was left to do was find a godswood to thank her and to seek her council.
However, not everything is in order in the young Seer’s life. Though she has been distracted this past season with her Helovian adventures and more recently, with her promotion, with the clouds of her distress clearing, her mind turns once again to her brother. She hasn’t seen him since their quarrel, and though she is still angry with him, a part of her is a little worried. Where has he been all these months? At first, she had taken pains to avoid him while wandering around the Edge, unsure of what to say or how to act should she stumble across him—or worse yet, stumble upon him and that healer of his, Resplendence. The mere thought leaves a bitter taste in her mouth, and Nasreen shakes her head vigorously, as if to clear the image from her mind. Yet it has been a long time since she saw Quil last, she muses, wandering off to find breakfast. She is fairly sure that he would have discovered the floating island by now; so many have already arrived, and the bright lights, the races, and the happy bustle of the tents were right up his ally—so where is he? Certainly not hiding from her up here; she’d already learned the hard way that remaining inconspicuous on such a tiny chunk of land is nigh impossible. And while she hasn’t found it yet in her heart to forgive him, Quil is still her brother and her only remaining link to Th’orqui. It’s only natural to wonder, isn’t it? Besides, he’s the only one here who would know where to find a decent godswood. She’s got a job to do now, the princess thinks with an unexpectedly pleasant feeling of importance. The sooner she finds a godswood, the better.
Thus, Nasreen muses to herself as she browses amongst the tall grasses, enjoying the morning air.
@[Quilyan]
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Zarina :: Pygmy Marmoset :: Quantum Leap
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09-07-2014, 05:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-07-2014, 06:13 PM by Rayo.)
It is morning, and as the sun rises, the deposed prince finds himself watching. The sky shifts from the indigo of night, lightening in the east until finally, the sun breaks the horizon. It colors the sky pink and orange and yellow, setting the few clouds aflame as the day begins. The stars disappear from view, though it is said that they are never gone, merely hidden. Sometimes that is how he feels - invisible, unseen by those around him as he goes through the motions of his days, wondering if he will ever be useful as more than just a name and a title, a specter with which to threaten enemies, though he has no real power.
He was born into power, raised for it, and one day, he was to be given the monarchy - but here, none of that matters anymore. Here, he is naught but a commoner. Here, he has had to climb his way from the bottom, had to work for what he has. But what does he have, really, except an absentee mate, an angry sister, and a useless title? He snorts, shaking his head irritably. Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Zarina commands from her perch upon his withers. She sounds bored, and he cranes his neck to glare at her. She shrugs, curling into his mane. Let him feel sorry for himself, then.
He spreads his wings. They glint gold in the morning sun as he trots a few steps, thrusting his wings downward several times to lift himself into the air, bound for Caela Insula. Somehow, life seems prettier on the floating, magical island. Maybe it is the will of the gods, but when he returns to the earth below, he falls back into a brooding, depressed state that is somehow lacking on the island. Of course, as he lands some time later and sees his dear sister, he finds that his mood only darkens. He has not quite been able to forgive her for her accusations from their last meeting, and though a large portion of him is angry and hurt, there is a small part of him that remains riddled with guilt.
"Nasreen," he greets her stiffly, having walked cautiously toward her after a moment's consideration. He waits in silence, not sure what to say. How does one apologize for a crime they did not commit? How does one make amends with the only family they have left? How does one learn to swallow their pride?
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[OOC | omg so much angst. X.x]
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As if mere thought has summoned him, her brother arrives on the morning breeze. The maiden freezes at the sight of him, unsure whether to fight or flee. Not that she would attack him, but their last encounter came dangerously close to verbal assault. And though she has imagined this moment at least a thousand times in her head, she still doesn’t know what to say. He breaks the silence first, and for a moment, she desperately hopes that all is forgiven, but the single word he utters sends those dreams fluttering away like pigeons through a broken window. “Nasreen.” Not Reeni, not sister, but Nasreen. The absence of his pet name wounds her, and instinctively, she begins to wilt beneath his gaze. After all, that’s what Reeni would do, the silly little sister who played games and braided hair and who hadn’t a care in the world. But just as her head begins to lower, a spark lights in her chest. If she is no longer Reeni to him, why should she act like her? She is no little girl now, no pesky tagalong—she has a position now, for heavens’ sake, and she’s managing just fine on her own!
The young pegasus raises her head, forcing herself to look her brother in the eye. “Quilyan,” she replies, in a voice that’s a little strained. His name sounds foreign on her tongue, for in all her life, she has never addressed him in so formal a manner. She pauses, gaining her composure. “I haven’t seen you in weeks. Are you well?” Coming from her, the words sound stern, though she has merely borrowed the civilities of standard court manners.
But strange and awkward as this meeting is, the princess is secretly pleased with herself—why, how grown up she sounds! Maybe Quilly—Quil—no, Quilyan will see that she is no longer a child. It’s something he may have realized sooner, she thinks a little bitterly, if he had been around to take a look.
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OOC: So much angst, but who doesn't love a little family dysfunction?
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