it erupts like a volcano, then subsides.
And when it subsides, you have to make a decision.
There is something wrong. She senses this immediately. She is not far when the cry rings out across the Dale, an urgent beckoning from an unknown source. Even had she not been such a dutiful diplomat, curiosity would have drawn her from her solitude. It is rather uncommon for them to receive an urgent summons from anyone, much less from someone she does not know. She has been with the Dale for so long now that there is little here that surprises her anymore.
As she approaches, she senses Ramiel’s presence. This is as reassuring as it is unsurprising. The Dale’s king is nothing if not attentive to the affairs of the kingdom. But as she walks, still slightly favoring her injured shoulder, a small frown touches her lips. There is more wrong here than she had first surmised.
As she steps from the trees towards the newcomer, her russet gaze fixes upon him, studying him closely. Ramiel is already there, greeting the gray stallion in a friendly manner. And as she nears, she sees a small filly approaching, one she does not recognize. She can only surmise that this must be Soliel’s daughter. The girl does not say anything, instead merely watching the pair of stallions. Elysteria steps forward, placing herself smoothly and strategically into the small group between the filly and the newcomer.
It is the strangest thing, but something about this man simply does not feel right. She cannot quite pinpoint it, but it is there nonetheless. The emotions coming from the man are jumbled, odd. She had heard urgency in his tone, but she can sense no real emotion behind the distress in his voice. Her troubled gaze turns to Ramiel, wondering if he had noted anything odd.
But ever the diplomat, she voices none of these concerns. Not in front of the stranger, at least. Instead she allows her lips to curve into a slight smile (and though it may lack the warmth that is as much her signature as that smile, the man would be unlikely to notice, considering they had never before met).
“And I am Elysteria.”
She doesn’t add anything more. Ramiel had already seen to determining the reason for his visit. And if she were acting a bit odd, well, the only one who would notice would be Ramiel, which would hopefully serve to make him aware of her apprehension.
You have to work out whether your roots
have so entwined together
that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.