08-27-2015, 04:36 PM
love is a temporary madness...
She had vowed a long time ago to never again lose her head to passion. She had done so once, and she had paid a dreadful price for her mistake. It was why, for so long, she had been a wanderer, going where the wind blew her. It is easy to remain unattached when you do not dwell in any one place for very long. But then the Dale had called to her and she had answered. She had found that giving her heart to the land was easy, for land does not betray you. It is steadfast and eternal. It was not until her daughter had been born that she had truly allowed more turbulent emotions to hold any sway over her. She had taught her a lesson, one long in coming. She had shown her that some emotions are well worth having.
But watching this gray stallion practically crow in satisfaction at having garnered a reaction from her, she thinks that perhaps she had had it right before after all. It had been quite some time since she had experienced such a panorama of emotions. It brings her back to the days when a charming stallion had swept her off her feet, and, in her youth and naivety, she had let him. It is not a mistake she would make again.
His rejoinder to her heated exclamation causes her russet eyes to narrow as she regards him closely. She can sense his determination, his pleasure in prodding her. Well, she can play with the best of them.
“Hardly tedious. I follow him because he is a worthy leader, because he loves the Dale as much as I do. Stoicism does not preclude love.”
It is fortunate that she does not have feathers, because as much as she would like to deny it, they would be well and truly ruffled by now. She steps in front of him them, her flared nostrils the only outward sign of her continued agitation. She can sense the passion in the stallion just as easily as she can see it, but she also knows better than most how easily such emotions can be hidden. She knows her king, knows of his love for the Dale. Anyone who knew Ramiel would know it as well. She wonders then, if this stallion is even capable of that kind of love, that kind of loyalty.
“Tell me Kushiel, are you even capable of that? Of such love and loyalty?”
She pushes him then, stepping closer as she takes the offensive. If he would dare presume to judge her, than she had no qualms in doing the same.
But watching this gray stallion practically crow in satisfaction at having garnered a reaction from her, she thinks that perhaps she had had it right before after all. It had been quite some time since she had experienced such a panorama of emotions. It brings her back to the days when a charming stallion had swept her off her feet, and, in her youth and naivety, she had let him. It is not a mistake she would make again.
His rejoinder to her heated exclamation causes her russet eyes to narrow as she regards him closely. She can sense his determination, his pleasure in prodding her. Well, she can play with the best of them.
“Hardly tedious. I follow him because he is a worthy leader, because he loves the Dale as much as I do. Stoicism does not preclude love.”
It is fortunate that she does not have feathers, because as much as she would like to deny it, they would be well and truly ruffled by now. She steps in front of him them, her flared nostrils the only outward sign of her continued agitation. She can sense the passion in the stallion just as easily as she can see it, but she also knows better than most how easily such emotions can be hidden. She knows her king, knows of his love for the Dale. Anyone who knew Ramiel would know it as well. She wonders then, if this stallion is even capable of that kind of love, that kind of loyalty.
“Tell me Kushiel, are you even capable of that? Of such love and loyalty?”
She pushes him then, stepping closer as she takes the offensive. If he would dare presume to judge her, than she had no qualms in doing the same.
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