Summons [Qian Meeting]

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Summons [Qian Meeting]

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Mare :: Equine :: 14.2 hh :: 5

Cami

#24

07-12-2012, 05:40 PM

DAENERYS
All I loved, I loved alone.

Daenerys was surprised to see someone that she had met before in the gathering, but nonetheless she soon spotted the golden and ivory femme that had greeted her and Viserys in the Threshold. She was glad to see the fae was alright, for Viserys had been rather nasty to her, as was his way with any living creature. So at least he hadn’t gotten to her. Just as she was feeling the gloom returning, she spotted the foal that was striding alongside his painted dam, a strong colt he was, and Daenerys felt her hormones roaring. If she was lucky, she would have a son who would become just as strong and healthy as this one. Next a young filly arrived, a frightened look in her eyes and wary in her movements as she glanced at the gathered stallions. Daenerys wondered what had happened to her; she wanted to protect her, and she knew that Mirage would too. With The Qian, she would be safe; it could be her salvation as it had been Dany’s.

Then a grulla mare, companioned by a dragon, antered the gathering quietly, settling next to the aforementioned gold and ivory femme and colt. She had an air of authority around her, something in her presence spoke of power and Daenerys figured she might be a leader in one of the herdlands. She was not yet aware of the different lands within the realm, but she thought she could smell the Foothill’s on her, so she settled for that. Another joins them, also with a dragon, but a pale mare this time. She seems familiar with the others, another from the Foothill’s, and also one of rank. Daenerys smiles softly at them and nods in respect; she doesn’t not miss being in their stead, but she respects them for their choice to lead.

At this point, Mirage begins to speak, and Dany listens with her ears perked forward. Most of it is titles and formalities, but she listens eagerly, but at Mirage’s resquest, she hesitates. At first, she wants to volunteer on the spot, but then remembers the life growing in her womb. Would she risk the life of her unborn child on an exhausting, potentially dangerous mission? The pale femme holds back her answer, watching and listening as others volunteer, and she feels the pressure lessen. Most of the creatures, large and small, swear to follow their jet-black mistress on her climb, so Dany does not speak up. She sends an apologetic glance in Mirage’s direction, hoping for understanding. Would that I could, my dear sister. At any other time, she would’ve followed, but she had the responsibility of such a delicate life, she could not bear to lose it in its fragile beginnings.

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