it erupts like a volcano, then subsides.
And when it subsides, you have to make a decision.
They gather together, the small group of her kingdom-mates, closing ranks around their king, displaying their solidarity. She listens closely to the stallion as he speaks, russet gaze fixed upon him as a concerned frown touches her lips. She listens with more than just her ears, opening her senses as much as she can possibly make them go. The emotions of the others flood into her. She has to sort through them, but she has grown familiar with the other Dalean’s unique emotional signatures.
And his is there, strange and unfamiliar. She feels the subtle hint of excitement, a taste of almost… anticipation? She isn’t quite sure, it is so faint. But this unsettles her. They seem odd, given the circumstance. She is unsure what to make of it. What to make of him.
The Valley may be planning to attack, he tells them. Useful information certainly, if it is true. But the source troubles her. She knows Camrynn, has met her several times in fact. She had never struck her as the altruistic sort. Why then, would she warn them of an impending attack? Especially given the fact that they are not allies?
“Does Camrynn have proof of this?”
She doubts it, or she likely would have sent it. But certainly she cannot expect them to simply take her word for it.
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.