The Flames Burn On

The Flames Burn On

Maren the Crownless Posts: 264

Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6

Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.0 :: 6 HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE

Mr. Teatime :: Siberian Tiger :: Sing Yewrezz

#21

11-14-2016, 05:51 AM

BY THE PRECEPTS OF HER PURITY
Her earlier impartial ivory ears now turned to him in surprise. She heard little of the wind, nothing of the breaths that may or may not have been held while Maren listened as he spoke. ...But he had turned to face her again and that was all that counted, all that mattered. He was a pillar of this herd, like her. And although he might thought it hard to trust in that — and only that, they needed each other. To understand each other, before anything else. And, who knew, maybe she honestly believed that this moment — that this right now was more important than any future to be or not to be leader of the Dragon’s Throat. Whoever it would turn out to become, however thick, wispy or shrewd, she knew she would be giving away the same kind of loyalty nonetheless. She would pray for their health, their wisdom and pray for the succeeding of their ideals. So to her it could be Sohalia, it could be Nephele or Ampere… And yes, she would probably not be given much gratitude for that unconditional trust in return. But, if she knew that there were those like Cera around, she would still know that they were a strong herd, despite the shortcomings of their leader.

Of course (despite being a seer) she had still not expected him to do that; to have to feel his words harsh on her skin, but it made her happier than any silence could have made her. She knew he cared — I knew it, which at the moment felt more important than being hurt. And, in the comfort of her eased dissatisfaction, she simply smiled, because with everything he had said there was little for her left to do. "I'm glad you shared your feelings." Was she being a dick? —...But he already thinks I called him a coward, so she might as well roll with it. “Let's agree to disagree for now and talk about this after the meeting, okay?” Mr. Teatime seemed to like the idea of the possibility of a cool down. Feeling distressed herself, she turned her gaze away from Cera and, for her own peace of mind and in case anyone had gotten confused along the way, she concluded. “My vote still stands.”