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11-26-2014, 11:32 PM
The only stable thing left?
A puzzled expression crossed shaggy young Lignea’s face as she gazed earnestly at her friend. The situation sounded dire indeed, and for the briefest of moments she wondered what perilous life had been cursed upon Resplendence. To worry the way she did, to suffer even during sleep seemed to horrid to bear and Fig felt immensely sorry – desperate to ease whatever burden she was able. As the pale dun mare’s lashes fastened then around her golden eyes, Fig made a silent, solemn pledge in the name of both Nepenthes of the Plants and Corocottas of the Animals, that she would be the second constant alongside Quilyan from now on. Her quest had been given and the path along which she was destined to follow had been laid – the young black tree-girl had no reason to be anywhere else.
She drew a breath, eager to comfort Resplendence with the revelation, but the mare with the luxurious curtain of silky hair began again suddenly, new vigour startling her voice. “Oh?” Fig gasped at once, curling her thick mane cloaked neck awkwardly to catch a quick glimpse of the scarlet creature. “It is a pleasure, Valiance...” she smiled, unsure whether he might understand her words or not. In Prim’sylva there was only a deeply sown understanding between the Lignea and the natural world; no native tongue with which they could all communicate civilly, and certainly the species did not mingle.
Curiously she turned back to her friend.
“I’m sorry, your companion?” she pondered. “I have never seen such close relations between two different types.” And it baffled her still more that an equine would be comfortable in the company of one who (if any larger), might devour her altogether. Still, Fig was not discourteous. She hummed thoughtfully as she considered how meagre her knowledge of this world really was. Magic, companions, wings and horns... Prim’sylva was really quite humble in comparison.
A puzzled expression crossed shaggy young Lignea’s face as she gazed earnestly at her friend. The situation sounded dire indeed, and for the briefest of moments she wondered what perilous life had been cursed upon Resplendence. To worry the way she did, to suffer even during sleep seemed to horrid to bear and Fig felt immensely sorry – desperate to ease whatever burden she was able. As the pale dun mare’s lashes fastened then around her golden eyes, Fig made a silent, solemn pledge in the name of both Nepenthes of the Plants and Corocottas of the Animals, that she would be the second constant alongside Quilyan from now on. Her quest had been given and the path along which she was destined to follow had been laid – the young black tree-girl had no reason to be anywhere else.
She drew a breath, eager to comfort Resplendence with the revelation, but the mare with the luxurious curtain of silky hair began again suddenly, new vigour startling her voice. “Oh?” Fig gasped at once, curling her thick mane cloaked neck awkwardly to catch a quick glimpse of the scarlet creature. “It is a pleasure, Valiance...” she smiled, unsure whether he might understand her words or not. In Prim’sylva there was only a deeply sown understanding between the Lignea and the natural world; no native tongue with which they could all communicate civilly, and certainly the species did not mingle.
Curiously she turned back to her friend.
“I’m sorry, your companion?” she pondered. “I have never seen such close relations between two different types.” And it baffled her still more that an equine would be comfortable in the company of one who (if any larger), might devour her altogether. Still, Fig was not discourteous. She hummed thoughtfully as she considered how meagre her knowledge of this world really was. Magic, companions, wings and horns... Prim’sylva was really quite humble in comparison.
