05-03-2024, 10:11 PM
The concord of the Gates is not owed to its leader’s skills as a peacekeeper, but to the amity of the world as a whole. Myrna knows this; is grateful for it each and every day. There is no need for diplomacy in such a tranquil state, and without the perpetual threat of violence there has been no need for a standing army.
There is little need for her to have any skill at all, Myrna has found.
Little need for her, really.
None of that shows on her face, not as anything more than a flicker in her eyes. Her smile remains, though it dims as Skywalker seems to ebb, her wings and head drooping at Myrna’s question.
She starts to tell the other mare that she need not answer, not if she didn’t want to. But even as she opens her mouth, the dark haired mare begins to speak. Sky had been lost, she explains, and had been searching for something both undiscovered and unknown.
Is she still looking, Myrna wonders? She doesn’t ask, not when some of Skywaker’s brightness is flowing back in, but she thinks that she should. Later.
Her gaze catches for a moment on the glittering feathers. This time it is guilt that holds her tongue - had she forgotten those? - and she answers the question asked of her with a quick shake of her head.
“Nothing at all.” Her eyes narrow in consideration, and then in the interest of honesty she adds: “Well, there are some new residents, and some of the old ones have moved away. And last month, we had a triple rainbow after a big storm. It’s the first time I’ve seen that.”
@
skywalker
There is little need for her to have any skill at all, Myrna has found.
Little need for her, really.
None of that shows on her face, not as anything more than a flicker in her eyes. Her smile remains, though it dims as Skywalker seems to ebb, her wings and head drooping at Myrna’s question.
She starts to tell the other mare that she need not answer, not if she didn’t want to. But even as she opens her mouth, the dark haired mare begins to speak. Sky had been lost, she explains, and had been searching for something both undiscovered and unknown.
Is she still looking, Myrna wonders? She doesn’t ask, not when some of Skywaker’s brightness is flowing back in, but she thinks that she should. Later.
Her gaze catches for a moment on the glittering feathers. This time it is guilt that holds her tongue - had she forgotten those? - and she answers the question asked of her with a quick shake of her head.
“Nothing at all.” Her eyes narrow in consideration, and then in the interest of honesty she adds: “Well, there are some new residents, and some of the old ones have moved away. And last month, we had a triple rainbow after a big storm. It’s the first time I’ve seen that.”
@
skywalker