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01-16-2013, 11:27 PM
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The king whose word no man relies on
Quilyan
never said a foolish thing nor ever did a wise one.
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The memory of the frightened, beautiful fae in the Threshold had haunted Quilyan since he had had to watch her walk away with the considerably less beautiful Romani. He wasn't being mean, simply honest - the shorter, chunkier palomino did not have the grace and elegance of the lean, dusty brown mare with the long, flowing, curling mane. Perhaps it was her hair that had entranced his so, for never before had he seen such a luxurious banner. It added so much to the already mysterious fae. Resplendence, he reminded himself. Resplendence... And so he wandered, as he seemed to do so often, with no particularly destination in mind, no goals to speak of. He simply walked, or flew, or ran; whichever suited his fancy at any given time. He thought of Resplendence, and the other mares that he had met over his scant seven years. He thought of his family. On occasion Erigor crossed his mind, but more often it was his mother, or his nursemaid, or his little sister, Nasreen, or any of his other siblings... He tried, every now and then, not to think at all, but it rarely worked, and when it did, it was short-lived. Today he had made his way to the so-called Heavenly Fields. They were a far cry from the beauty of his homeland (weren't they? Or was he just making his realm better in memory than reality?), but he supposed they were pretty enough. The grass was a lush emerald and the flowers blooming everywhere turned the field into a multicolored rainbow. He had walked here, though he didn't know why. Perhaps he instinctually knew that flying would scare her, though he hadn't thought to meet her here. Still, there she was, and a genuine smile crossed his maw at the sight of her. He neighed a greeting, remembering how skittish she was, halting far enough from her and pulling his wings tightly against his body. One day, perhaps, he would prove that they would not hurt her, but not today. "These fields pale in comparison to your beauty, Lady Resplendence," he tells her, and surprised himself in using the title which should be reserved only for royalty. Usually he would address a mare as 'Mistress,' but it does not fit her. She was different. |
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