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06-18-2015, 12:43 AM
The steed had been reminded of the festivities earlier in the day by his mate and, grudgingly, agreed to attend.
He is unsure of his reception, given his recent interaction with Kaj - an interaction that he has yet to divulge to Resplendence - and eases into place behind her, the tips of his folded wings skimming her flank. The herd gathers 'round, an unmistakable sense of excitement in the air. It reminds him of the winter festival they held in Th'orqui, a celebration of Winter and Her beauty. The season had always appealed to the prince: dangerous and beautiful in equal measure, the Goddess of Winter was a sight to behold in statues and illusions created just for the festival. There is no such goddess in Helovia, but he enjoys the enchantment of the snow and winter cheer all the same.
Kaj's voice rings out over the assembled herd, gathering his family close into his warm embrace. Not for the first time, Quilyan feels uncomfortable - how can he truly belong here when he is so newly come? An old face, perhaps, but new to the Falls, here only because it is what Resplendence chose, here at the start of the festivities only because Resplendence wishes it. Will they - will Kaj - even want him here? Accept him here?
Surely they won't ask him to leave?
As the small speech comes to a close, Quilyan becomes aware of Destrier's summons. He follows Resplendence, wondering how her assistance is necessary simply to start a fire, realizing belatedly that it will most likely be Valiance who offers help to the dark steed. The prince smiles slightly, forever amazed at the home that his mate has carved out in the hearts of all who know her, following slightly behind as she makes her way to the fire pits.
"more words."
He is unsure of his reception, given his recent interaction with Kaj - an interaction that he has yet to divulge to Resplendence - and eases into place behind her, the tips of his folded wings skimming her flank. The herd gathers 'round, an unmistakable sense of excitement in the air. It reminds him of the winter festival they held in Th'orqui, a celebration of Winter and Her beauty. The season had always appealed to the prince: dangerous and beautiful in equal measure, the Goddess of Winter was a sight to behold in statues and illusions created just for the festival. There is no such goddess in Helovia, but he enjoys the enchantment of the snow and winter cheer all the same.
Kaj's voice rings out over the assembled herd, gathering his family close into his warm embrace. Not for the first time, Quilyan feels uncomfortable - how can he truly belong here when he is so newly come? An old face, perhaps, but new to the Falls, here only because it is what Resplendence chose, here at the start of the festivities only because Resplendence wishes it. Will they - will Kaj - even want him here? Accept him here?
Surely they won't ask him to leave?
As the small speech comes to a close, Quilyan becomes aware of Destrier's summons. He follows Resplendence, wondering how her assistance is necessary simply to start a fire, realizing belatedly that it will most likely be Valiance who offers help to the dark steed. The prince smiles slightly, forever amazed at the home that his mate has carved out in the hearts of all who know her, following slightly behind as she makes her way to the fire pits.
"more words."
Quilyan
counting on the night for a beautiful day;
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