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Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380

Deceased

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

RayoDeSoleil

#13

01-28-2013, 03:29 PM

She had assumed that something had been wrong, but was it possible that something had been right? Joy for the sake of joy was a foreign notion to her, but she felt something akin to this when the FrostHeart stepped forth from the mirror. First his horn, and then his maw - she had known then who it was, but she did not believe until he stood, whole and firm, before her. He was so unlike her dream, where he had been nothing more than a ghost, where she had falled through him into the darkness, where she had been swallowed up by nothing. Was that how he had felt when he had disappeared that day on the Steppe? Was he hopeless, lost in the nothingness? Or had he simply been elsewhere?

Had it changed him?

She wanted to be alone with him, to assess how things had changed (or not). She wanted the others to simply disappear. But if there was anything that she had learned in his absence, it was that appearances must be kept up, no matter the true feelings of the wearer of the mask. Lena was the first to speak, arriving silently, late. Irritation surged through the shadow-mare, for Mauja was hers - 'Was' being the key word, she reminded herself - and she had no right to speak before the Lady. Did she? Was the jackal even the Lady anymore? Would she be expected to step down now that he had returned? Or could they rule alongside one another, like they had almost done so long ago?

Myrddin spoke next, and though his words were gruff, even she could sense the affection in them. Affection that she had never earned. Still, he had known Mauja for longer than she, hadn't he? Respect for him kept her from anger. Zikar-Sin, never having known the Ice King, softly voiced confusion, and Frost Fyre danced forward before retreating to the Empress' side. Where was her mother? Had Psyche unknowingly taken the idiotic Leyra's place? Larkspur remained silent, and the shadow-mare wondered what she was thinking. Was she loyal to Psyche, or would she grant the King her allegiance?

Despite her irritation that the others were here, that they had spoken before her, she was silent. What should she even say to him? She had to greet him, at least, for they would question her rule if she were not gracious and inviting - wouldn't they? Didn't he deserve to be here? Her dream stood starkly in her mind, when she had confessed that she missed him, had felt as though she needed him. But it was only a dream, wasn't it? Their meeting couldn't have enticed him back into their world, could it? Could she ask him, or would it make her weak? Did she truly care for him, or was it simply a dream gone wild? It had felt so real...

"Mauja..." she said, and there was no mask on her face, no poison in her tones. It was a mistake, she was sure of it, but at the very least they would not fault her for it. Or so she hoped. She swallowed, spoke again, and this time her lyrics were normal. "Welcome home, darling." What else was there to say? She would not admit to missing him, not around everyone else, and she would not reference the dream - for surely if it were real, he would want to speak of it? Or perhaps not - he was made of stone, after all. He was called the FrostHeart for a reason.

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