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Thor the Gentle Heart Posts: 379
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Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.3 :: 11 (TallSun) HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Sabine :: Common Zephyr :: Roc Linds
#21
His patience, his angst, his desire and his integral need to inspire had all but dissipated over the prior weeks and perhaps there was no better time to answer his Lady’s call upon the blustery wind when the call did arise. It was a soft tune, yet strong and endearing. Mirage had a way of assuming authority in such a way that made the man admire her for more than just her feminine charm and devastatingly good looks. However, the friendship that they shared would always remain just that… friendship. He respected her far more than he thought possible after many years of finding only self-efficiency to be his only source of stability. He also found that ruling alongside her became easier when ties of affection were not involved… It was certainly more unassuming when it came to making decisions and finding common ground when the two were able to see eye to eye without the interference of an ultimately forbidden bond.

After all, her love for Vikram was quite charming.

Had he been so reclusive lately that he had forgotten just how brilliant he felt in the presence of his herd? Or had he simply needed this small reminder to bring him back into the light? Of course he had never forgotten his place in the World’s Edge, but he had forgotten his responsibility. He had lost himself and tried to regain that sense of importance over weeks of self-imposed isolation. Had it worked?

Only time would tell.

They had gathered, as he knew they would, before Mirage like the faithful disciples that had followed the good Lord into his death and for a moment he stood to revel in their beauty. For of course, they were stunning, each and every one… However, his eyes found the golden core of their attention and he smiled. Mirage was just as inspiring as he remembered her to be and with confidence in their bond, confidence in his ability to lead now more than ever, he approached her at the head of their empire. Her words were smooth and convincing in spite of the opposition from a few curious faces in the crowd. At times he would nod solemnly to those who spoke and at others he would simply glance to Mirage, more than willing to appease her if she would only give the word.

My Queen,” His greeting was quiet and low, one meant for her ears alone before he turned his dazzling eyes into the crowd now murmuring in confusion. Without hesitation he bent his face low enough to inspire a sense of hushed seriousness as he too prepared for what might come. “I trust that each of you will satisfy these quests to the best of your abilities while judging their severity with a level head. Should you feel threatened by the intensity of any such quest then I believe it would be in everyone’s best interest to notify Mirage or myself of the individual seeking that particular magic. On another note, as Mirage has mentioned, I too will be at your disposal when and if the need arises. I welcome you to call upon me just as you do this lovely lady.” With a laughing grin, he glanced at Mirage, trying more than anything to turn the confusion into a solution.

In addition, I apologize for my recent absence and I do hope that you have not been offended by these circumstances, but I also hope that you have not lost faith in me for I have yet to formally induct myself as one of your WeyrLeaders… So, with that said- I do hope that you will welcome me with open arms as I try to the best of my abilities to give the Quian everything that they most certainly deserve.

As he fell quiet, he listened and grew distant. There was nothing that he could do to make up for the pain he caused not only Tamira but his family as well. However, he had no intentions of letting his mistakes get the best of him- he would prevail if only to prove the darkness wrong. He would succeed because he owed it to them, to Mirage, and most of all… to his daughter. The soft sensations of longing seemed to pass naturally within his breast and he searched desperately for the pale face of his precious Essetia in the crowd. But of course she was nowhere to be found and why would he expect her to be there when he had all but abandoned her just weeks before? With a new hesitance, the King turned his face away from the meeting to glance up into the stars above. He hoped to find forgiveness there, but of course all he found was the soft twinkling of a galaxy that was far beyond his reach.

Had he forgotten what it meant to belong? Or had he simply forgotten the pain of being forgotten…

Rashima, I would like to accompany you to Veins as well if you would have me. I would hate to miss out on a chance to bond with my Queen’s only sister.” He smiled charmingly, though with a hint of reluctant humor if only for the sake of saving face. Perhaps he’d lost his mind or maybe he really had just lost himself… In any case, the words were there, hanging in midair and there was nothing he could do in order to revoke them. This is a good thing he thought to himself. Suddenly he felt as if he needed a reason to continue, a reason to keep moving when the resistance was so large. This would be a moment that changed his life in more ways than one and he was more than delighted to take the risk if it meant a chance to embrace something new.

Perhaps it would be best if he took such a journey, if only to remind himself of the power he now possessed. He needed to tend to it accordingly and if that meant finding a reason to endure it- then he would.
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Mirage the DragonHeart Posts: 414
Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Equine :: 15.3 :: Eighteen HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Akaith :: Royal Golden Dragon :: Fire Breath Whit
#22
They came.

And with them, voices of dissent, of confusion, of fear. The Queen turned her crown to each of them as they arrived, her expression guarded mostly, softening for moments at a time in gentle greeting. She listened to everything they had to say, nodding her great golden tiara in acknowledgement of each of their words. The dragonmare took her time in responding, breathing deeply, as if she was mediating in the midst of chaos. She heard each voice, she felt the tension wash over her - it did not affect her thought process - she wondered at how such a suggestion of spreading peace and equality could be met with such opposition in some, confusion in others. Turning her tiara, she caught the eyes of her daughter, her golden little Amaris, standing beneath the behemoth mass of her lover, Vikram. The silent greeting gave her strength, as she was reminded time and again her reason for doing this. The DragonHeart wanted to sculpt the ideal world for her daughters to live in, to thrive in, to be successful in, to survive in. That was why she did this.

Lines of grey smoke trailed up from the dragon's slittled nostrils. Then, the dragon lifted her crown high, lifting her forelegs off the ground as she did. Sitting upon her haunches, tail swaying over the edge, she let loose a deep, rumbling growl, that grew and grew, until it felt as if the ground beneath her would melt from the vibrations. Pointing her sharp maw upwards, the dragon let loose a great stream of searing hot fire. Akaith danced around the pillar of flames, golden scales reflecting off them - much as they did for the other dragons present. Lifting herself up more, the dragon shut off the great stream of heat, and opening her wings to their full extent, being careful to mind the position of those nearest to her. Stretching her elongated neck up and over her back, she leaned backwards, until the edge of the cliff disappeared and she was freefalling, down, down towards the crashing waves. But the dragon was prepared for this, having pulled this stunt before. Using gravity to give her momentum, she tilted her wings so that the great sails of skin would fill with air, and lift her aerodynamic body to skim across the wavy expanse of ocean below. Akaith followed her, a miniature arrow darting in the trail of her beloved's draconic form.

The dragonmare swiftly made her way back to the ledge, settling upon the spot she was on before. Without hesitation, she bowed her cranium - her brothers moved in closer to her - and darkness seemed to swallow the golden form. Pain enveloped her, but as always, she suffered in silence, never letting on that it felt like she was being consumed by dragon's fire. When the transformation was complete, the mare stood before her followers with deep breaths filling her lungs with air on a deep, meditative cycle. She was not angry, but neither was she indifferent.

She was nothing if not theatrical.

"I thank everyone for your opinions.

"I did not mean to pressure everyone into doing something they do not feel comfortable with. I merely meant to impart that, if you so desire magic, now or in the future, I shall do all that I can to aid you.

"To those who have raised questions,"
She paused to look at each who had spoken, the expression upon her façade softening, instead of hardening, "I thank you for raising your concerns. Please do not ever change, I am glad to hear your thoughts - it is why I called this meeting.

"As for the matter of damaging magic - would you not think my magic has the potential to cause damage?"
Another pause, as she allowed the implications of her words to settle in. "Would you not think I could use it to reap more damage than I choose to?" She tilted her crown questioningly to them.

"It is not the tools you have, my kin, but the way in which you choose to use them, that one is judged by. In helping others, I do not mean you to interrogate them on their purposes, nor pressure them into contracts. I offer my help without requesting anything in return, though I am often gifted with friendships, alliances and knowledge for my efforts. We are not mercenaries, in that we seek to help only those who can meet our price. We help those who think similarly to us, those who believe that power is something to be shared fairly amongst all, to be used constructively.

"My magic has the potential to reap great damage, but I choose to use it to defend those I hold dear."
Another pause. The little shadow mare braced herself for her next words. She had just transformed in front of her herd, demonstrating the level of trust she held in them - for during the transformation she was at her most vulnerable, too consumed by pain to defend herself. But she spoke the next words with delicate care and purpose.

"When the Qian invaded the World's Edge, and succeeded in securing this land as our home, we shifted the balance. I used my magic then, alongside my comrades, to hurt others. They did not believe in equality, but did that give us the right to take their home from them?" She asked her herd the question she had asked herself everyday before the invasion, and every day since.

"I seek to restore this balance that I upset, to spread our message of equality to all who would embrace it. You may offer your help, and should the soul offer something in return, you may accept at your own discretion. Do not underestimate the power of knowledge, however - even just learning about magic, how it works, how it can vary, can be 'payment' enough. If I were asked, I would seek a favour to be outlined in the future, or else a promise that the Qian never be the target of an attack. To those who are proactive enough, you could perhaps seek a spar against the being to learn how best defend yourself against their magic - all knowledge is worth having, my kin.

"The decision of whether to offer your help or not is something I trust you can decide on an individual basis. If you are unsure, seek the counsel of your herdmates."
Here, she smiled warmly to those who had spoken, all of them with an intelligent brain in their skulls, all of them willing to serve and follow her, all of them certainly capable of behaving in appropriate ways for this not necessarily new, but altered regime. The Qian had always stood for equality, only now they had a more defined path to follow, a clearer way of spreading that message.

"Rishima, you have many offers of an escort to the Veins, all who wish to may journey as a group - remember to always keep your eyes and ears open, learn as much as you can about the going-ons beyond our borders. Sulwyn, Mikali - your request is well thought out and fitting for the circumstances, I will allow it.

"I would also like to raise the notion of a new rank for our young ones interested in studying beneath mentors - an Acolyte rank. Should any who are not yet 2 hold an interest in our specialised ranks, you need only speak up to begin your study.

"My beloved Qian, please forgive my runaway tongue. I hope I have made the path for us clear and true in your eyes - do not hesitate to point out flaws which I have missed."


Here the mare paused her breath again, knowing that she had, as usual for these meetings, spoken a lot, a hopefully covered everything that was raised. She was pleased to see those who had stayed at the Throat had returned as the season was ending, and pondered who would be the next to travel down - Thor had mentioned to her, a request from the young couple Aaron and Kimber - but still, she did not see Ink. His dark, subtle form was made known, at the very least, to her in these meetings, but this was one of the larger gatherings they had hosted - perhaps he was simply too shy? Turning her visage to view the golden form of Kaj and Rishima, she posed the question with a streak of worry dashing across her façade.

"Did Ink make the journey back with you?"

Marius Posts: 15
World's Edge Stallion
Stallion :: Equine :: 15.2 hh :: 5 (ages in BirdSong)
Raine
#23
He had heard the call that was sent out, his body stiffening from the unfimiliarity of it before he saw others in his herd moving. It must be something important for everyone to be going in the same direction, and so he turned his head and followed them. He followed them to the very edge of their land, staring out at the cliff and the dragoness that perched on it. He stared at her unabashedly, after all it wasn't every day that one met a dragon horse as she quickly turned out to be. He stood there, listening throughout the entire meeting silently. Helping others, it seemed like a good idea. He would be more than happy to help other horses out, after all, it was only fair that he help others like the herd helped him by taking him in.

Marius listened to the responses given by each side, curiosity for what they would say keeping his ears perked up. So many responses in such little time, they were all good points but some made his ears lay back flat. Magic that could harm? Surely no one actually harmed others with magic unless it was for the better in the end. That would make the most sense after all. With a nod of his head he turned back to paying attention.

Mirage's theatrical transformation had him temporarily stunned and he watched in shock. It was perhaps one of the most amazing things he had seen thus far in his five years of life. Could all horses with magic do that? Perhaps, he wouldn't know, but it would be awfully conveniant. Particularly for equines, because the wings would help them get places faster. It was perhaps one of the main reasons he envied pegasai. Yet he pushed that to the side as Mirage spoke, asking one in particular about another of their herd. One called Ink.

Ears perking to listen, he turned and his eye caught the shape of someone vaguely familiar. Instantly his attention turned to that being, and he picked his way through the herd members carefully to avoid being in anyone's way for too long. Surely it couldn't actually be his mother after he had spent this long searching and had finally let it go. He paused for a moment, contemplating his actions. He could go to the mare, speak to her. If it wasn't his mother, he could apologize and move on. If it was, well... all the better!

He grinned and moved forward again, though he kept one ear cocked to the side to listen for anything else the others might say. After all, the conversation was interesting to say the least.

Takara Posts: 19
Deceased
Filly :: Equine :: 14.3 :: Yearling Buff: NOVICE
Emily
#24
I came quietly with my family. Big brother Aaron with his little companion Alanna leading the way, my twin sister Sakura at my side and our mother Solstice behind us all. The call of the DragonHeart had been clear as a bell to me at the very least. Alanna and I were the first to hear it before it became loud enough for the rest. It's not that my hearing is so much better, but that I rely on it so much more... I can't see what situations lay ahead of me. This was why my family herded me along to the meeting. Sakura and I were fully capable of walking around on our own, but since I was blind and we needed to get to the meeting quickly I allowed them to guide me.

When we arrived, my mother grabbed hold of my mane and pulled me to stop. I didn't fight her on this as I felt my sibblings move forward. Aaron was a big important member of the herd, and my sister Sakura well... She always like to be at the front. Many voices sounded off, some i knew and others I did not. I could only smile as I heard not only my brother but my twin speak up. She spoke words that I would of spoken myself had I been up there. Hazy green eyes look in the direction of my mother, wondering if my father would be joining us at the meeting. The older we grew the more i came to find out we had been born out of a friendship, not a love bond. My brother spoke of our mother's first and only love... His father. It seemed that when he was barely a year old, they had to flee a place called Isilme... His father had not seemed to of made it. I considered myself lucky, and Sakura too. We had both parents for now at least...


Takara

Kiara Posts: 171
Deceased atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Equine :: 13.2hh :: 5 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Keiran :: Black Panther :: Stormcall Emily
#25


Kiara</style>
World's Edge Nurse
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For the first time in months, the red blanketed roan ventured out from the cave she had taken as a home. Young Keiran bounded playfully along at her side, but he was ever watchful of the spotted colt who joined him there. Yes, Kiara had given birth to a colt while she hid herself away from the others. What would they all say? Would they call her a slut or a whore? If Breeze could see her now... What would he think? Would he think she found someone else? Keiran yowled softly, dragging the little depressed roan out of her thoughts. They were late, and Mirage had already been speaking.

Malachi moved awkwardly at her side, his steps not quiet perfect. The young mother had no idea why, but he was part of her.... and him.... As much as she wanted to kick the colt away, she couldn't. Quietly the bonded pair listened as everyone spoke, before Mirage spoke once again. The young panther cub placed himself at the red roan's hooves, looking around as he suddenly realized there was so many others with companions other than just himself and his bonded. Curiously he yowled loudly, and Kiara hung her head shyly. Keiran hushed feeling the shame of his bonded that he had just drawn attention to their presence... Silently she hoped no one would pay them any attention and just let the trio slip back into the darkness and hide again. Why had she even bothered showing up if she just wanted to hide?

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Smoke the Wild Rose Posts: 128
Hidden Account
Mare :: Equine :: 15.2 hh :: 10 Buff: SWIFT
Zaffre :: Common Blue Dragon :: Fire Breath Kachie
#26
Attentive and now silent, Smoke watched and listened as Mirage displayed her point and spoke her piece after a belated appearance from Thor. Slightly she inclined her head, then started. An image of a golden stallion with pale mane and tail had popped into her awareness through the bond she shared with Zaffre. At first she was confused, thinking the blue had plumbed that tidbit from her memory, but then she caught the observational curiousity that thrummed in the dragon.

That was an image of... the present. Slowly, not wanting to get her hopes up, she turned to look. Yes, there was a golden stallion there, making his way through the crowd toward her. Tension vibrated through the Wild Rose as her dark eyes rapidly sought out telltale markers. Was this him, or just another golden stallion, new to the herd, that knew of her as healer? There, there was the small star beneath his snowy forelock. And there! The tall stocking on his left hind. Was it too good to be true? Could there be, by some wild coincidence, a second stallion marked just as he was?

No, it must be him. "Marius?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, body turning toward him. Muscles quivered as she reached her head out to him. "Marius?" Louder now, almost carrying above the low hum that was ever present in such a large crowd. One step, two.

Now Zaffre was on alert, baffled by the reaction his bonded was having to the sight of the strange stallion who was approaching them. He'd never seen such a one. Keen to know more, he delved into the bond, reading the thoughts and emotions roiling in the grulla mare whose haunches he still perched upon. Confusion gave way to rising excitement of his own as he grasped the meaning of the moment. Clear and joyous, his warbling trill rose into the air.

"Marius!" First foal!

Together the two cries echoed, one within the ears of those gathered, the other within their minds. A cry of recognition, and a cry of sympathetic delight that inadvertantly explained the entire situation to all present.

Abandoning all holds on dignity, Smoke leapt forward, heedlessly pushing past any who stood too close to her path to reach her son. Into the air leapt Zaffre, shadowing her path to circle and weave above grulla mare and golden stallion as Smoke thrust her muzzle briefly to touch Marius', then took those next steps to press against him and hook her neck over his in a fierce hug. "Oh by the Gods I thought you gone to me forever! But you're safe! And somehow you found your way here!"

Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459
Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan
#27


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It had been so long since they had spoken to anyone. So very long since their eyes fell on colored hides, felt the warmth of a touch and the camaraderie of those who stood grazing side by side, connected by nothing more than a simple idea, a common goal. He had moved away from all that, shut himself out of the herd that he loved so that he could bring some semblance of calm and steadiness to the raging chaos that had been his mind. Too much had happened at that time, too many loyalties and too much interference... Too much magic. And when Mirage finally had approached him along with Rishima with the intent of placing the burden of leadership over his shoulder, something had snapped. The scales had tipped over and despite his wish to please the Dragonheart he had declined. Rather bluntly at that, without offering any kind of explanation. Reason had nothing to do with it; he had simply turned his back on honor and duty and rather hurriedly retreated to his solitary glen deep within the dark forest.

He wasn't proud of it. In fact, it had been hard to stay away at first and avoid charging back out to immediately apologize to the black mare whom he had sworn to follow. How he must have disappointed her. Fajira hadn't been very impressed, and the constant nagging from the pearly dragon had done little to soothe his guilty conscience. It was she too who had dragged him forth now, flying high above his head while heeding a call Lace had been tempted to ignore for the solitude these months had made him accustomed to.

The gold-cloaked stallion had dragged his feet behind him, heart pounding at the prospect of facing all those familiar faces again. Would they hate him for coming and going as he pleased? Would they be angry to see him, now that he had left them to fend for themselves? But perhaps it was nothing more than plain arrogance on his part, to believe even for a second that these strong, confident and capable creatures wouldn't be able to manage without him.

Humbled by the though the silver stallion broke through the edge of the dark forest that was his home, gilded eyes roving hungrily over the backs of the horses that had gathered around Mirage. He was late, the meeting had already started and he had to piece together the topic from the questions and subsequent answers that rang through the air. It seemed the Edge had grown in numbers once again. There were more unfamiliar faces scattered amongst his comrades than before, both adult and young. He lingered on the small shapes of the foals between the WeyrLeader and Vikram; Fajira had notified him of the happy tiding that their queen had given birth, but it still felt strange to think of her as a mother. Would they be similar to her in her mysterious ways? The thought called fourth a slight smile of amusement across the dark lips, and with a vague feeling of homecoming the stallion quietly moved around the gathering until he found a spot not far from the leaders, content with simply listening to what was being said.

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Marius Posts: 15
World's Edge Stallion
Stallion :: Equine :: 15.2 hh :: 5 (ages in BirdSong)
Raine
#28
He had been heading towards the mare when he noticed the dragon on her withers, just looking at him. He looked back at the dragon, blinking slowly and it seemed that time itself slowed down while the mare started to turn. His heart beat faster, blood rushing through his veins as it became clear to him that this really was his mother. Ears perked up and he took a few steps closer to her, watching as her mouth moved but he didn't hear what she was saying.

She was moving closer to him - she must have recognized him! Was that his name she was saying? It felt like his ears began working again when she and the dragon both cried out. That was most definitely his name, and he lept forward to meet her, looping his neck over hers to return the hug. "Mother, I searched everywhere for you!" He leaned into her, happiness thrumming through him like he hadn't felt in a long time. "Where have you been? I feel like I've been all over the world trying to find you and father. I never would have guessed you'd be here. Not when I finally gave up hope. But you're here, I found you!"

He felt like a foal again, giddiness bubbling through every fiber of his being. He was reunited with his mother, this had been far too long in coming. Three years was a long time to search and wander. Just when he'd settled down he'd found her. The gods worked in mysterious ways, but oh how he wanted to dance and praise them to all high heavens. He stepped back, bumping his muzzle against her's lightly before taking her in. "You haven't changed mother," he said, grinning. It was truth in his eyes, after all he'd been just two when she left. Three years hadn't changed her much, and he was glad for it.

Stepping forward he hugged her again, fierce with his overflowing joy that pushed out all the lonely feelings he had ever had. He had a herd, his mother, anything he could need. This was happiness, this was where he belonged, and he saw that now more than he had could have possibly seen it in the past.

Madyrn Maskan Posts: 87
Deceased
Stallion :: Equine :: 17hh :: 16
Whit
#29



The brothers were wary, at this meeting. Not necessarily on edge (at least, mentally), but cautious, alert. Did they trust everyone at this meeting? It was in their nature not to - it was in their nature to question everything, everyone. The only souls they trusted without question where those related by blood - or those they had known their whole lives. This included Mirage, their youngest sister, and despite that, the one to rise higher than all of them; Rishima, their sister, not by blood but by love, the bearer of their child, Tandavi; Amaris and Semira, the daughters of their sister and Queen. The rest, including the draconic mate of their sister, were all prone to being scrutinised by their orange glares.

As their sister performed her theatrics, the brothers were sure to watch the crowd - trusting inherently that their sister would not knock them down with her great wingspan as she feigned falling off the cliffside. It was then that Maskan caught the eye of Smoke, and smiled to himself - perhaps she was another they could trust… Perhaps. She had been one of few to offer words of true wisdom in the meeting, where so many had simply jumped to conclusions, questioned and walked along the borderline of ridiculed the idea. It had not been an order their sister had given - had it? - but a request, one that she made after demonstrating herself many times. Mirage had gained so many things by helping others - she was a selfless soul, they knew this, and they hoped the rest of the herd recognised how fortunate they were to be standing in her presence as well.

Madyrn watched with interest as Lace arrived, spying the hesitation in breath his sister took as she spied him. But Madyrn's gaze was continually drawn back to that of his own blood, his daughter, the youthful Tandavi, with her dark smudge of a companion standing by her crimson limbs. In fact, he barely saw the reunion between mother and son, unlike Maskan, who watched it with great pleased interest, ears pricked towards this new stallion. The Edge was growing closer in family ties every day; it was a good thing that new blood was being brought into the lands as often as it was, for otherwise they would all end up as inbred as the pale siblings they had dealt with all those seasons ago, as a brother obsessed with passing on his pure blood had impregnated his own sister. Was their situation any different, he wondered suddenly - surely it was, for no blood had tied them until the birth of their daughter.

And so as the meeting moved on, both brothers were peering between Rishima, their daughter who stood by her side, the draconic queen who stood behind them, and the two young draconic children who stood by their domineering father.





Hellena Posts: 64
World's Edge Seer
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2 hh :: 26 Buff: NOVICE
Whit
#30
Hellena
It was with quiet pleasure that I listen to the outcome of the meeting, as our illustrious leader clears the air, so to speak, on all of the issues that the herd raised. Some of them brought up quite real concerns, others, raised issues that had not originally seen as an issue - and clearly neither had our leader, nor several of the older members. All appeared young to me, but those who had raised the more paranoid issues seemed even younger by the naivety they displayed. I snorted as the situation became more intense, looking with approval in my violet gaze at those who spoke calming words of wisdom.

Mirage spoke clear and true, and I nodded in silence, my agreement to her words, peering around me to ensure that others took them in, understood them, embraced them. As I peer about, I notice that I have caught the gaze of the young silver scaled daughter of Vikram and Mirage, and I soften the harsh lines of my arabic visage, a subtle smile upon my lips. The young were a foreign concept to me, never had I been filled with the yearning to pass my blood onto another, but that did not mean I found them repulsive - it was more a matter of simply being inexperienced with them.

"Find me in the mists, child." I murmur to her as I walk past on slender limbs, tilting my horned crown in greeting to the bronze father and golden sister who stand near by. I motion to take my leave of this meeting - there is nothing more I can provide here, aside from the assurance that the majority of the herd follow the inherent laws of the land, and always look to the path our Goddess has lain for us. Our Queen's view of instating a balance across all the lands was something I knew my beloved Goddess would support - why else would she allow the Qian to succeed in defeating the racist, powerhungry ways of the Plague that once lived here?
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