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So, the Moon was the Edge's God. Still new to Helovia, Xanthos had not gotten the chance to learn about much other than those associated with the Plague and, of course, Romani. Once this was over, and depending on the outcome, he would promise himself to change that.
Mirage still displayed little emotion, and was holding back all the juicy details to what had happened, he knew. He would not press for them, however, for it was not in his nature to do so. He was oblivious to the trouble that the Weyrleader had gone through to obtain her victory, but if she had won the Edge fair and square, he couldn't hold it against her. His kin could be as sour as they like; after all, they could have always challenged the new herd back.
Her compliment had taken him by surprise, and he did not miss the change upon the mare's face when it happened. But, of course, it was gone almost as quickly as it had come. "Perhaps," he spoke in reply, his voice having lost it's miserly edge entirely, "But you do not deserve a beating, either. Unfortunately, it matters not what I think to the others."
He paused then, his eyes turning to the dragon clinging and crawling up alongside Mirage's neck. The golden stygian was a curious creature indeed, for Xanthos was not sure he had ever seen such a thing before. He knew of companions, but he did not recall any of the Aurorans having such. If their situation had been different, he might have asked about the little dragon Akaith, but there were more trying matters had hand.
Releasing a haggard breath, the grullo craned his neck to see if anyone else had come running to join the pair. It was surprising that they had remained alone this long, but he wasn't complaining. There was no denying that he had taken the Weyrleader from her home for his own gain, he had selfishly admitted to himself, and the only one he wish to join them was the Empress herself. Even on the way back to the Basin, Xanthos had wondered what she and the other members would do to Mirage, and he had battled with himself every step of the way home. But no, he had done Psyche's bidding, as much as he hated to think so. In the end, it was for his own and Romani's welfare, and maybe even gain back the respect Elizabeth had held for him in the Threshold. He could not forget the threats spoken back in the frozen Steppe, or at the Endless Blue.
"Whatever does happen, Mirage," he went on once returning his gaze to the mare, his eyes gleaming with the true emotion he was feeling, "I am sorry."
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