Chasing the sun {Cymbalta, Texas, ANY}

[Texas]

and I discovered that my castles stand

upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

Cymbalta’s answer isn’t surprising; Texas doesn’t expect the army of the Falls to ever grow. Tiberios has pledged the support of the kingdom to the Gates, but Texas wonders if their sabino king is aware that the only horses he’s promised are his daughter and himself. Risking himself for vengeance has never appealed to the bay stallion. He’d rather not risk himself for anything.

She asks how often war happens and Texas shrugs in reply. “War? Only every now and then.” That makes it sound frequent, but to a stallion that’s lived for the better part of two centuries, anything that’s happened more than once is every now and then. There have been a few scuffles instigated by the Chamber lately, if what he’s heard is true, but the likelihood of them making it to the Falls is unlikely. Even if they do, the formerly neutral kingdom is likely to give way rather than risk all out war. Cymbalta has no real need to be worried, but it doesn’t occur to Texas to reassure her of this.

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