In the wake of darkness [open/leads]

In the wake of darkness [open/leads]

Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380

Deceased

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 hh :: 8 (ages in Orangemoon) Buff: ENDURE

RayoDeSoleil

12-29-2012, 01:45 AM

He was indeed young, but with his youth came the arrogance of those lacking defeat. He had likely never fallen, or been kicked down, or been bested in any way; as such, he lacked the fear, the respect that an older steed might have for the world. She was not lacking in this category, for though she did not fear, she did indeed respect. She waited coolly as he introduced himself, not as a son of the father that she had known he must be, but as the grandson of her own father. He announced it with something akin to pride, and she favored him with a rare smile.

"And I am Riekahn's daughter. You are well-met, my nephew." Her words carried her approval that he should choose this path rather than that of the traitor Paladin. Perhaps she had judged the colt wrongly, but it was too soon to tell for sure.

She felt the filly's presence before she saw her. The Empress had watched from afar as the lanky filly had grown into a very pretty young mare. She had a quiet grace about her, much like her mother, but there was also a deadly aura. Psyche was as fond of Aviya as one who did not truly know her may be, much more so that she was of Tamlin. If she did not dislike him for his mother's sins, she would have disliked him for his arrogance. Perhaps he was a bit too much like his father, but then, at least the FrostHeart had tempered his personality to be that of a great king.

Aviya introduced herself, removing the need for the shadow-mare to instigate the formalities. Orange eyes flickered ever-so-briefly from the young steed to the young flicka; they would make a good match, perhaps, when they were older. And maybe not. Either way, there was something that they shared in her eyes, something that was perhaps not visible to everyone. The exuded a feeling, one that she herself felt, and she found herself wanting to bring both of them under her wing. Aviya because it was her place by birthright, and Varath because, well, what sweet revenge it would be to turn him (more so?) against his father?

"Is it a home that you desire, Varath?"