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11-17-2015, 11:42 PM
Cera the Golden Prince Though it took a while for her to surface, Cera never moved from his place, knowing a patrol would come across him if Rasta had not been in range of his call. He needed to see her, the first on his list of those he needed to apologize to and make amends with. His darkness had blinded him, until he could not see those who stood along the sidelines in silent support. In some ways he was bitter that the support they'd offered had not been active, but...well, he'd not been an active friend, either. It would be hypocritical to fault them for that, especially when he had been the one to seclude himself from them. Even more so when it all lay in the past, and he stood as healed as he could possibly be at the borders of the Falls, waiting for the chance to prove it. She came stumbling and uncertain, looking far worse for wear than she had been when she'd wandered to the once-bridge of the Throat. He tries to smile, but he cannot lie to her nor to himself, and instead gentle pale lips pull into a frown. What had happened to her mate, Alleo? And of her herd? She does not belong here, Ilaria growls softly from his withers as she gazes upon the quiet, blind mare. But it's not their job to spirit her away, to a land she'd intentionally left, with a leader she still had old wounds with. It would do her no good, but Cera longed for it anyways. Steps forward to embrace her, feeling helpless to do anything else, and drapes himself around her withers to pull her closer. Sighs softly against her skin, and relaxes to feel her close once more. Safe, because clearly in some ways she was not, in the Falls. To him it is a cursed land with the ghosts of his father and his brother, and he selfishly does not want her to live here, but he cannot force her anywhere else. Ilaria shuffles over for Ettore to land and make a nest in Cera's hair, squeaks at him happily and lounges against the ridge of Cera's left wing. The two can figure out everything else together. Cera frowns softly into Rasta's skin. Yes, he's fine, but..."But you're not," he pointed out softly. "What happened, Rasta?" OOC HERE |
