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05-08-2015, 07:17 AM
Mirage the DragonHeart
What indeed, did the DragonHeart think of the proceedings?
It was a farce, a joke, a ridiculous waste of time.
Time would only tell what the true outcome of the proceedings would be. No matter what leaders were chosen this day (or night), they would not last unless the Goddess of the lands willed it to be so. Mirage wondered what the Goddess of the night thought of everything, she longed to learn what thoughts drifted through the devious immortal's divine mind, if only so that she could compare her own thoughts to those of the divine's.
Though there was little use in comparing oneself to a God, Mirage found her thoughts filled with it more and more - better to think of a Goddess than to focus too strongly on the mortal concerns that would tether her too long to earthly concerns.. The mare was too attached as it was to those who lingered those from her past.. And now those of her future.
A sigh passed her charred, blackened lips, as she watched over her daughter through the draconic vision of her bonded. Broken, Akaith's murmured to her, sadness colouring the tone, and Mirage could not help but agree. She had seen it in the final look Amaris had given her, the long, silent gaze that betrayed everything the beautiful, brilliant girl had felt. She too, felt everything too strongly, and now she would experience the full wrath of self-doubt and depression; and there was nothing her mother could do to save her.
She should have expected him, and yet she was surprised to find her solace disturbed by the fire-eyed colt, the youth who was the image of his father. He speaks and greeted her with a cool, calm confidence that Mirage wished her daughter would copy, though on Cathun it reeked of arrogance and a youthful sense of 'know-it-all'. The mare sighed inwardly, hearing the irony behind his words (for surely he had the loudest mouth of the gathered), and she hardly felt like divulging her innermost thoughts to this youth when her heart and soul was with her daughter, and her mind on divine plans and happenings.
"Whatever happens, whatever assessments the winning contestants pass this evening, their test has only just begun. The Goddess will only accept those she finds worthy as rulers long term." The mare's accented tones spoke quietly - it was Cathun's own fault if he was not paying enough attention to her to miss them, she was not about to repeat herself. The mare allowed the silence to settle upon them, breathing in the misty air, knowing it was potentially the last time she ever would - depending on the outcome of this inquisition into the leadership.
"Why did you compete?" It was barely a whisper, her aged voice rolled over her tongue with all its years crafting the words, and only her eyes betrayed the curiosity that burned within her as she held his own orbs of molten fire. Why are you here at all? Why do you exist?
Why aren't you my son?
It was a farce, a joke, a ridiculous waste of time.
Time would only tell what the true outcome of the proceedings would be. No matter what leaders were chosen this day (or night), they would not last unless the Goddess of the lands willed it to be so. Mirage wondered what the Goddess of the night thought of everything, she longed to learn what thoughts drifted through the devious immortal's divine mind, if only so that she could compare her own thoughts to those of the divine's.
Though there was little use in comparing oneself to a God, Mirage found her thoughts filled with it more and more - better to think of a Goddess than to focus too strongly on the mortal concerns that would tether her too long to earthly concerns.. The mare was too attached as it was to those who lingered those from her past.. And now those of her future.
A sigh passed her charred, blackened lips, as she watched over her daughter through the draconic vision of her bonded. Broken, Akaith's murmured to her, sadness colouring the tone, and Mirage could not help but agree. She had seen it in the final look Amaris had given her, the long, silent gaze that betrayed everything the beautiful, brilliant girl had felt. She too, felt everything too strongly, and now she would experience the full wrath of self-doubt and depression; and there was nothing her mother could do to save her.
She should have expected him, and yet she was surprised to find her solace disturbed by the fire-eyed colt, the youth who was the image of his father. He speaks and greeted her with a cool, calm confidence that Mirage wished her daughter would copy, though on Cathun it reeked of arrogance and a youthful sense of 'know-it-all'. The mare sighed inwardly, hearing the irony behind his words (for surely he had the loudest mouth of the gathered), and she hardly felt like divulging her innermost thoughts to this youth when her heart and soul was with her daughter, and her mind on divine plans and happenings.
"Whatever happens, whatever assessments the winning contestants pass this evening, their test has only just begun. The Goddess will only accept those she finds worthy as rulers long term." The mare's accented tones spoke quietly - it was Cathun's own fault if he was not paying enough attention to her to miss them, she was not about to repeat herself. The mare allowed the silence to settle upon them, breathing in the misty air, knowing it was potentially the last time she ever would - depending on the outcome of this inquisition into the leadership.
"Why did you compete?" It was barely a whisper, her aged voice rolled over her tongue with all its years crafting the words, and only her eyes betrayed the curiosity that burned within her as she held his own orbs of molten fire. Why are you here at all? Why do you exist?
Why aren't you my son?
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