06-23-2024, 03:46 PM
His ready acceptance is unexpected, but her mask does not falter. That it might be so easy had never occurred to her, and she fights hard to keep the relief from bubbling up and into her expression.
It doesn’t show in the lines of her body, nor in the smile that she gives him. No, that is only royally reassured, as though she had expected nothing less.
The offer of his son is met with curiosity, cool enough that it is clear such an offering is common. Each word that falls from the stallion’s lips solidifies the rightness of her additional demand. She intends to ask for the boy, even before Zain mentions he can heal, and the mention of it has Myrna once more glancing toward the other’s decomposing body.
He does choose to look this way, she realizes. With Carnage, with healing, with the magic of the waterfall - there is no other explanation. The certainty of that sends a cold shiver down her spine, a sense of wrongness. She wants him gone, she realizes, wants him out and never to come back, nor anything like him.
But she is a queen, and this is diplomacy, and Feather at her shoulder reassures her.
“Your son will be enough to ensure that Pangea will not cause harm to the Gates.” She answers. “Perhaps he has some new methods to teach us.” Us, she says, an indicator that she too possesses such gifts. And she does, and will soon have a waterfall. The potential is difficult to miss, and with the Pangean treaty there seems only more peace spreading into the future of her home.
She takes a breath, her poise unshaken, and swallows past the dryness in her throat.
Taking a step to the side, she moves around Zain and toward the statue. She presses her muzzle to the bloody shoulder, and using her power of self manipulation causes her spiral horns to disappear. Her only crown is that of the Gates, now with an additional salmon pink hibiscus between her ears.
Other magic happens - Beqanna Magic - a shift in two lands. She is left with a headache, unsure of exactly what had happened. The statute is gone - only empty air in front of her. The cut on her muzzle has healed, but the blood it had drawn remains on her skin until she rubs it on the grass at her feet.
The air carries with it the scent of water where none had been before, the scent of water that is more. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you.” She lies to the stallion, who has smoke emitting from his nostrils. “What is your son’s name, so we know to expect him?”
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Zain
It doesn’t show in the lines of her body, nor in the smile that she gives him. No, that is only royally reassured, as though she had expected nothing less.
The offer of his son is met with curiosity, cool enough that it is clear such an offering is common. Each word that falls from the stallion’s lips solidifies the rightness of her additional demand. She intends to ask for the boy, even before Zain mentions he can heal, and the mention of it has Myrna once more glancing toward the other’s decomposing body.
He does choose to look this way, she realizes. With Carnage, with healing, with the magic of the waterfall - there is no other explanation. The certainty of that sends a cold shiver down her spine, a sense of wrongness. She wants him gone, she realizes, wants him out and never to come back, nor anything like him.
But she is a queen, and this is diplomacy, and Feather at her shoulder reassures her.
“Your son will be enough to ensure that Pangea will not cause harm to the Gates.” She answers. “Perhaps he has some new methods to teach us.” Us, she says, an indicator that she too possesses such gifts. And she does, and will soon have a waterfall. The potential is difficult to miss, and with the Pangean treaty there seems only more peace spreading into the future of her home.
She takes a breath, her poise unshaken, and swallows past the dryness in her throat.
Taking a step to the side, she moves around Zain and toward the statue. She presses her muzzle to the bloody shoulder, and using her power of self manipulation causes her spiral horns to disappear. Her only crown is that of the Gates, now with an additional salmon pink hibiscus between her ears.
Other magic happens - Beqanna Magic - a shift in two lands. She is left with a headache, unsure of exactly what had happened. The statute is gone - only empty air in front of her. The cut on her muzzle has healed, but the blood it had drawn remains on her skin until she rubs it on the grass at her feet.
The air carries with it the scent of water where none had been before, the scent of water that is more. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you.” She lies to the stallion, who has smoke emitting from his nostrils. “What is your son’s name, so we know to expect him?”
@
Zain