01-06-2020, 09:20 PM
so give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light
'cause oh that gave me such a fright
'cause oh that gave me such a fright
It’s possible to watch someone move with his eyes closed. It’d taken him nearly a decade of practice (not aided by the first few years of anger making control impossible), but he finally feels like he has the fine control to do whatever he pleases. She makes ripples across her land, and her loud feelings precede her as she approaches the edge of the cliff. At the sound of her snort, he opens his eyes and looks up at her, interested to set his eyes on his – potentially – new Queen for the first time. Her eyes peer back at him from a startlingly white face in a dark dappled body, and then she offers her edict and turns away from the edge.
He holds a mostly impassive, politely curious face until she has moved away from the edge, but then a little half-smile turns up the side of his mouth and he has to stifle a chuckle to go along with it. He had no preconceived expectations for Nerine’s newest matriarch, but he supposes he shouldn’t be particularly surprised at the bright spirit she is. This is the modern-day legacy of the Amazons, after all, and he had ever loved the Jungle women for their indomitable spirit. He admires it, even in one so young…but he’s not one ever given to taking an idle command either.
Brennen doesn’t spread his wings, because flying up would be too much like taking an order from someone who is basically a stranger to him. He’s never been above taking orders, not from someone he respects, but he and this dark young queen are not there yet. Instead of flying up, he simply is; one moment on the rocky shores and the next standing in the grass before her. The bay stallion offers her a lazy, slow smile; already he is thrilled with the prospect of matching wits with her, alive in a way that he hasn’t felt anywhere but with his lover for some time. “Is this how you treat all loyal friends of your land?” he drawls, wondering if she really has no idea who he is. Surely ‘there’s a magician who’s pledged himself as our champion’ would be something important to pass along, one Queen to the next?
He holds a mostly impassive, politely curious face until she has moved away from the edge, but then a little half-smile turns up the side of his mouth and he has to stifle a chuckle to go along with it. He had no preconceived expectations for Nerine’s newest matriarch, but he supposes he shouldn’t be particularly surprised at the bright spirit she is. This is the modern-day legacy of the Amazons, after all, and he had ever loved the Jungle women for their indomitable spirit. He admires it, even in one so young…but he’s not one ever given to taking an idle command either.
Brennen doesn’t spread his wings, because flying up would be too much like taking an order from someone who is basically a stranger to him. He’s never been above taking orders, not from someone he respects, but he and this dark young queen are not there yet. Instead of flying up, he simply is; one moment on the rocky shores and the next standing in the grass before her. The bay stallion offers her a lazy, slow smile; already he is thrilled with the prospect of matching wits with her, alive in a way that he hasn’t felt anywhere but with his lover for some time. “Is this how you treat all loyal friends of your land?” he drawls, wondering if she really has no idea who he is. Surely ‘there’s a magician who’s pledged himself as our champion’ would be something important to pass along, one Queen to the next?
but I will hold, as long as you like
just promise me we'll be alright
just promise me we'll be alright
BrenneN
@[Neverwhere]