05-24-2016, 01:47 PM
Dacia
Jamie x Astri
The snow melts, then? Bows even to the will of the sun. But their wall stands firm in its duty, towering above them all as a proud reminder of the brothers past and future. Dacia is unsure why the thought makes her smile, yet it does. It’s the way little Nevi speaks of it, holding it close to his heart with reverent appreciation and something tender. If he could love it, certainly others could too. She won’t disagree with his idea of the wall being a symbol of safety - anyone would be foolish to think otherwise, but the way he spins his story makes her almost welcome the sharp bite of the wind.
“I had one half-brother growing up and he was terribly mean.” Dacia tells him, lowering her head to narrow her eyes playfully. Lupei was a source of constant amusement for her in her younger years, simply because she knew he was unable to lash out at her horrible behavior. Time had changed that though, and somehow the wolf of Beqanna had become her closest confidant and protector. She knew that if she should ever falter, he’d be there to shelter her. Nevi was lucky to have siblings so close, Dacia could attest to that. “But all that’s changed now.” She tells him, quirking her lips into a soft smile. “Family is the truest form of love you’ll ever find.”
His interest in her own home had her raising her head, affectionate pleasure warming her insides at the thought of sharing her shadowy kingdom with the colt. “Not quite as cold.” She chuckles, “There are evergreens everywhere there, so thick you nearly drown in the smell. It’s quiet, secluded, and mostly shaded from the sun. The mountains and valleys give it a rolling sort of terrain but that only makes the body strong.” Dacia relays, mind drifting back to the comforts of her childhood home. “I was born there.” She tells him, though she’s not sure why. Perhaps it’s because even now she feels the thud of the heartbeat beneath her hooves. That sensation causes her to remember something and her features brighten with excitement.
“At the center of the kingdom is a burning tree, if you believe it or not. It never extinguishes. Some say that if you stare long enough into the flames, you can see your future played out.” She explains, going to great lengths to add some sense of mysticism to her voice. She’d seen the tree once or twice but it had never truly captivated her like it had others. The future was a wonderful thing to think on, but a terrible thing to linger in. Best to not see what was coming, that was for sure. Her tail flips absent-mindedly, a shiver making its way along her muscles while she blows the cold from her lungs. She waits patiently for his reply, but sees that her journey should probably come to an end soon. Night would come before she had time to prepare for it, and Dacia would rather not be caught unawares in the middle of the snow-laden kingdom when it descended.
“I had one half-brother growing up and he was terribly mean.” Dacia tells him, lowering her head to narrow her eyes playfully. Lupei was a source of constant amusement for her in her younger years, simply because she knew he was unable to lash out at her horrible behavior. Time had changed that though, and somehow the wolf of Beqanna had become her closest confidant and protector. She knew that if she should ever falter, he’d be there to shelter her. Nevi was lucky to have siblings so close, Dacia could attest to that. “But all that’s changed now.” She tells him, quirking her lips into a soft smile. “Family is the truest form of love you’ll ever find.”
His interest in her own home had her raising her head, affectionate pleasure warming her insides at the thought of sharing her shadowy kingdom with the colt. “Not quite as cold.” She chuckles, “There are evergreens everywhere there, so thick you nearly drown in the smell. It’s quiet, secluded, and mostly shaded from the sun. The mountains and valleys give it a rolling sort of terrain but that only makes the body strong.” Dacia relays, mind drifting back to the comforts of her childhood home. “I was born there.” She tells him, though she’s not sure why. Perhaps it’s because even now she feels the thud of the heartbeat beneath her hooves. That sensation causes her to remember something and her features brighten with excitement.
“At the center of the kingdom is a burning tree, if you believe it or not. It never extinguishes. Some say that if you stare long enough into the flames, you can see your future played out.” She explains, going to great lengths to add some sense of mysticism to her voice. She’d seen the tree once or twice but it had never truly captivated her like it had others. The future was a wonderful thing to think on, but a terrible thing to linger in. Best to not see what was coming, that was for sure. Her tail flips absent-mindedly, a shiver making its way along her muscles while she blows the cold from her lungs. She waits patiently for his reply, but sees that her journey should probably come to an end soon. Night would come before she had time to prepare for it, and Dacia would rather not be caught unawares in the middle of the snow-laden kingdom when it descended.
Color-Changing Vixen of the Chamber