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10-01-2016, 02:02 PM
The meeting is just beginning when the little lightning girl appears at the fringe, looking over the few who have gathered to listen to their new Czarina speak. Her mouth twists into a frown that could be easily confused for a scoff, for she is disappointed in the numbers (or lack thereof) that she sees before her. One of them isn't even of their herd, or so she assumes - there is a hint of something vaguely familiar, something like heat and sand and palm that wafts through the air around her from the one-winged steed. It takes the girl a moment to place the scent, and then she realizes: that is the smell that her mother wore, the last time Aleta saw her. It is the smell of the Dragon's Throat.
It is not of them.
Her frown twitches; the girl's head cocks slightly to one side in confusion. It is not like the girl to hold such a grudge, but she cannot help but view things of the desert with disdain since her mother's betrayal. She recognizes that her emotions are irrational, and vows to dismiss them from her mind, for it is not this stallion's fault that he reminds her of a home and a family that she will never have. Besides, if their new leader has invited him, then surely his presence will only help their dwindling herd? The girl still has faith in authority, still places her trust in those meant to protect her. If Isopia is their Czarina, then she is to be respected, for she owes their herd everything she can give it and more. These are the lessons that the girl has gleaned from Kaj.
Despite the fact that he is no longer a leader here, she remembers the time that he was and the importance with which he viewed every task he began. It is inspiring, and part of the reason why the girl loves her father so. She is disappointed that she does not immediately see the golden stallion, and shrinks ever-so-slightly in on herself without someone to hide behind. She is, after all, but a child - and she has no place at this gathering, not really. For now, she will stand in silence, absorbing the lessons that the meeting has to offer.
"Talk."
It is not of them.
Her frown twitches; the girl's head cocks slightly to one side in confusion. It is not like the girl to hold such a grudge, but she cannot help but view things of the desert with disdain since her mother's betrayal. She recognizes that her emotions are irrational, and vows to dismiss them from her mind, for it is not this stallion's fault that he reminds her of a home and a family that she will never have. Besides, if their new leader has invited him, then surely his presence will only help their dwindling herd? The girl still has faith in authority, still places her trust in those meant to protect her. If Isopia is their Czarina, then she is to be respected, for she owes their herd everything she can give it and more. These are the lessons that the girl has gleaned from Kaj.
Despite the fact that he is no longer a leader here, she remembers the time that he was and the importance with which he viewed every task he began. It is inspiring, and part of the reason why the girl loves her father so. She is disappointed that she does not immediately see the golden stallion, and shrinks ever-so-slightly in on herself without someone to hide behind. She is, after all, but a child - and she has no place at this gathering, not really. For now, she will stand in silence, absorbing the lessons that the meeting has to offer.
"Talk."
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