Ciri
It is easy to converse with the striped pegasus and as they amble down the shore, they fall into a rhythm of chatter as if they had known each other far longer than just these few minutes on the beach. His story is just as interesting to her and she listens to the tales of old that he recalls. It is nice to wax nostalgia on a time long past that she had forgotten. They swap stories of their bloodlines (hers falling more from Kings of the Tundra with a healthy mix of Chamber and Amazon royalty) from what little she can remember her dam telling her.
He listens quietly to her account of the Underneath and he seems to know the proper times to interject but it is not until they reach those matters of the heart that she becomes the quiet one.
She had always wondered what had happened to Castile. It seems the other dragon that had once snagged her heart had done some wondrous (and terrible) things while she had been gone. She falters in her step as she looks at the burnt wreckage and sinks her hooves a little deeper in the sharp glass as if maybe she could feel some part of the stallion she had once known. It had always been dangerous to love a dragon. She had known that. But part of her had loved him all the same even if it was Amet that she was beholden to. She has lingering questions about the shifter but holds them close for now.
There is understanding in the swirling silver of her gaze as he speaks of the loss of his mother, of being raised by his aunts, and of Leilan being the father he had never had. Jah-Lilah had become a second mother to her as well when her own had disappeared long ago and she easily bonds with this stallion in this shared experience.
When he thanks her for sharing her story and then with a lopsided grin admits that Gale is another brother of his, she can’t help but laugh in pure delight. “I should have figured. He said the exact same thing to me when I finished telling him of the Underneath.” What a stroke of luck, she thinks, that she has come to reside here with her friend’s brother. She tells Nashua briefly of being spit back on the shores of the lake in the darkness and coming across Gale not long after when the light had returned. How Gale was the first friend she had made besides Padme in her return to Beqanna. Her mercury gaze sweeps over the burnt shores again and she can’t help but see Castile’s touch in every grain of sand and every reflective piece of amber glass. How had she missed it before? “Peace is an accomplishment in itself, let alone worldwide.” She says softly, noting his pride and thinking it well placed.
She hesitates only a moment before she meets the bright green of his eyes. Because there is something that is pricking at the back of her head that will bother her until she asks. “Does anyone know where Castile is now? Is he still alive?”
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@Nashua