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03-05-2015, 12:50 PM
He hovers unhappily, praying that this will be the last quest that they will be asked to complete. He does not like the strain that this has placed on Resplendence, nor does he enjoy the way she lies near the stream, unwilling or unable to move. He watches Valiance go off and Zarina follow, presumably to gather mud or other substances with which they can bind the ship. Why can't the Earth God do this himself? If he's so bloody powerful, then it shouldn't be nearly this difficult!
But alas, here they are his puppets as they are always the gods' puppets. The prince supposes he should be happy that the Earth King is not murdering them all where they stand, given the recent events concerning the gods. He sighs, unwilling to leave Resplendence's side. But then she heaves herself to her feet to give herbs to Destrier, and he frowns. The stallion should not need the assistance of a heavily pregnant mare who is clearly quite weak at the moment. It was the steed's job to be stronger than that, to protect the mares and foals. He should not be using her like this.
Still, Resplendence is known for her stubborn streak, and he knows that there is little he can do to stop her where she sees a need. "My lady, let me -" he attempts, but she is already on her feet and away to Destrier. He feels useless, and it is horribly frustrating.
"more words."
But alas, here they are his puppets as they are always the gods' puppets. The prince supposes he should be happy that the Earth King is not murdering them all where they stand, given the recent events concerning the gods. He sighs, unwilling to leave Resplendence's side. But then she heaves herself to her feet to give herbs to Destrier, and he frowns. The stallion should not need the assistance of a heavily pregnant mare who is clearly quite weak at the moment. It was the steed's job to be stronger than that, to protect the mares and foals. He should not be using her like this.
Still, Resplendence is known for her stubborn streak, and he knows that there is little he can do to stop her where she sees a need. "My lady, let me -" he attempts, but she is already on her feet and away to Destrier. He feels useless, and it is horribly frustrating.
"more words."
Quilyan
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