i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
“The truth can be so terribly subjective,” Reave replies lightly to the fae’s claim of speaking truth. Of course, when the other stallion’s memories lay bare in his flickering emotions, Reave can see enough of the truth himself to know. The stallion believed himself a monster, but he had never met true monsters if he thought himself one. Regardless of what might coil beneath his skin.
Reave has enough of his own subjective truths to know just how dangerous they can be. A different sort of danger altogether.
As he focuses on the spotted mare, her solemn words draw a faint smile to his lips. “When you’re ready then,” he agrees, blue eyes steady and sharp despite his upturned mouth. There are memories that linger, shoved into dark corners of her mind. He can almost see them on the edges of his vision, but something keeps them tucked away.
He is not nearly so kind and gentle as she imagines, but he retains enough honor to resist trying to pull those memories out. At least, until she asks him to do so. Curiosity is such a fickle beast.
Reave’s gaze flicks briefly to the gilded stallion as he questions her fae connections. Though he had said nothing of it, his abilities had already shown him Nereza’s invisible companion. He cannot see the creature with his own sight of course, but he does not need to.
Secrets upon secrets and truths upon truths today it seems.
Abruptly she draws the subject around to their current location. A laugh builds in his throat as she fires questions at them, intent now upon learning what she can of their homes. The laugh finally breaks from his lips when she asks if they can teach her to fight. In truth, he hadn’t come here prepared to sell his home. Curiosity had drawn him more than anything.
“Where to start, hm?” he begins, eyes still gleaming with amusement at her barrage of questions. “I cannot tell you what Nerine treasures because it is made up of individuals,” he finally replies after a brief pause. “You’re better off telling me what you value so that I can add it to the list.” He tips his head, wry grin curving his lips. “Fighting though, that I can do. Or my mother. She would be a much better teacher than I.” A brief flicker of something almost like sadness crosses his gaze, swiftly hidden. “She taught my brother, and she tried to teach me.” He laughs. “I was not a very good pupil.”
He tilts his head then, devilish humor lighting his masked features. “I do have some flowers you might enjoy too,” he adds. When he continues, his head tips towards Obscene in a brief gesture. “Much different from the ones littering his land.” Obscene had insisted on comparing her to one. Perhaps she would like his carnivorous garden better than the weed she had insisted she is.
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@Obscene @Nereza