09-04-2016, 10:52 PM
PHAEDRUS
He has to make sure that Riva is safe, he isn’t going to leave her side until she is. Even then he is reluctant to part ways, what if… He shakes his mane out, there can be no thinking like that. His second thought is of his disbanded herd, the one that he no longer cares for, ha! As if he had in the first place. Okay so he had built a family with them? So he had built friendships, learned to trust a little, but when he broke promise after promise, and they still looking to him with pained hopeful eyes he knew better than to hurt them again. He couldn’t be what they wanted, what they needed, what he could do though, is leave them in peace, leave them to find a way to live without the hurt. Blue wings fold at his sides, they are strong and full, shiny with their newness. After coming down the mountain his old ones had shed, and shortly after these grew in.
Still he moves forward, searching for the people that he knows, anyone that could still be alive. Hoping that none had been taken with the world when it was turned inside out. He hedges the meadow looking and speaking to those he meets. Finally, he tires of the situation and takes to the skies immediately spotting a small group, one that is growing in numbers by the minute. Amongst them he spots the golden cream of Ea. Part of him relaxes finally seeing a familiar face, but instead of his face pulling into a smile it creases in a frown of worry, where was Ramiel, Weir, the foals, even Zaravich was missing. Where was his daughter? Anneliese?
He takes a moment to circle and find a spot to land, as he does so he catches the tail end of a speech by a horse that he doesn’t know. One thing is certain, the queen is present, and as it had taken her a long time to earn his trust, so it would be with the rest of these horses present. He doesn’t recognize a single one of them, what had happened to the Dale in his time of absence? Where had all the loyal members, and dear friends gone to? This is for another time though. Currently the most important thing to take care of is finding everyone, land will wait, friends and family can’t. After a moment of catching his balance he folds his wings and marches up to Ea lowering his head respectfully. The Dale’s land may no longer exist, but the souls of the kingdom live on. Our Dale can still stand and find strength in each other even if our home is no more. We will find a place, a sanctuary for those in need, that has been our role in the past, that will continue to be our role in the future. He looks around the group before finishing his walk up to Ea, seeing just how shaken she is he offers her a warm greeting of exchanged breath before turning to the group once more. They need encouragement, each face appeared to have some sort of discomfort, worry, or strain on their faces. He looks to the one other horse that he knows, even if it is a faint memory of someone in passing, nodding to Tiphon out of respect Phaedrus starts talking once more. We have suffered many loses in these last few years, yet here we stand as survivors, take heart and lets work together to find our bearing once more.
He lowers his head slightly, as best as a war horse can. He hoped that he could bring some strength to the others, he hoped that he gave Ea enough time to gather wits, to let Tiphon recover from his silence. He hoped that he had filled the gap, the push for a direction. Said just enough that Ea would feel encouraged, would feel firm in her position as a leader and could continue to direct the others as to where to go, and what to do. It wasn’t his time to be weak, he already had that moment, now that it has passed, its time for him to be strong once more. Emotions can not rule here, this would only lead to panic, and fights, it would weaken their ties to one another, and cause things that none of them would have wanted in the beginning.
Still he moves forward, searching for the people that he knows, anyone that could still be alive. Hoping that none had been taken with the world when it was turned inside out. He hedges the meadow looking and speaking to those he meets. Finally, he tires of the situation and takes to the skies immediately spotting a small group, one that is growing in numbers by the minute. Amongst them he spots the golden cream of Ea. Part of him relaxes finally seeing a familiar face, but instead of his face pulling into a smile it creases in a frown of worry, where was Ramiel, Weir, the foals, even Zaravich was missing. Where was his daughter? Anneliese?
He takes a moment to circle and find a spot to land, as he does so he catches the tail end of a speech by a horse that he doesn’t know. One thing is certain, the queen is present, and as it had taken her a long time to earn his trust, so it would be with the rest of these horses present. He doesn’t recognize a single one of them, what had happened to the Dale in his time of absence? Where had all the loyal members, and dear friends gone to? This is for another time though. Currently the most important thing to take care of is finding everyone, land will wait, friends and family can’t. After a moment of catching his balance he folds his wings and marches up to Ea lowering his head respectfully. The Dale’s land may no longer exist, but the souls of the kingdom live on. Our Dale can still stand and find strength in each other even if our home is no more. We will find a place, a sanctuary for those in need, that has been our role in the past, that will continue to be our role in the future. He looks around the group before finishing his walk up to Ea, seeing just how shaken she is he offers her a warm greeting of exchanged breath before turning to the group once more. They need encouragement, each face appeared to have some sort of discomfort, worry, or strain on their faces. He looks to the one other horse that he knows, even if it is a faint memory of someone in passing, nodding to Tiphon out of respect Phaedrus starts talking once more. We have suffered many loses in these last few years, yet here we stand as survivors, take heart and lets work together to find our bearing once more.
He lowers his head slightly, as best as a war horse can. He hoped that he could bring some strength to the others, he hoped that he gave Ea enough time to gather wits, to let Tiphon recover from his silence. He hoped that he had filled the gap, the push for a direction. Said just enough that Ea would feel encouraged, would feel firm in her position as a leader and could continue to direct the others as to where to go, and what to do. It wasn’t his time to be weak, he already had that moment, now that it has passed, its time for him to be strong once more. Emotions can not rule here, this would only lead to panic, and fights, it would weaken their ties to one another, and cause things that none of them would have wanted in the beginning.
i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must