11-09-2015, 11:14 AM
la jeune fille marquée
“Well done, little one.” Minette says, whickering encouragement of her manners as she nuzzles her small daughter. A high, musical laugh comes from her lips at Amorette's question. Though the mother tries to be solemn, her eyes dance with merriment. Magnus answers the girl's query about wings deftly and the pale gray mare sends him a warm, grateful look. She had not known that such a thing was available in kingdoms. Although Minette cared little about such gifts (she'd been soured on them from her experience with Carnage's “gifts”), she was pleased to see hope bubbling up in her little one. She missed the days when she had thought everything in the world was possible and was thankful to recognize the eager excitement in Amorette.
But there was some sweetness left to the gray mare yet.
A tender look washes over her features at Magnus' offer. If Minette had chosen a father for her daughter, she didn't believe she could have chosen a better one than this stallion. His protective nature, even to checking in on a despondent, scarred mare he barely knows, his genuine interest and sensitivity; all of these draw Minette to his side. She revels in the gentle touch of his wings. It is a place she would be reluctant to give up, although she is only just admitting it to herself in bits and pieces.
“What do you think, Amorette? Shall you have Magnus for your father?” Minette speaks to the girl, but her dark eyes are on the stallion, filled with light. Her voice is husky with emotion and she imagines that her feelings are transparent. How could he not see the strength of her affection for him, when it was written in every line of her body?
Minette scarcely recognizes herself in the words that next leave her mouth. A braver mare is beginning to take the place of the beaten, abused girl, strengthened by the courage of another. “I want to leave with you, Magnus. This place-it's a chapter of my life I'd like to close.” She falters, uncertain, “That is, if you think your home would have us. I want better for Amorette, and the chance to live a life of my choosing.”
She shivers a bit, leaning against the stallion. Fear causes a trembling through her body and she adds, in a voice for only him to hear, “I want this, but I am afraid.”
Afraid of Gryffen. Afraid of Carnage. Afraid of what the future might hold. But in this moment she also finds another fear within her heart. The fear that this wonderful soul she has met will reject the bruised and broken heart she has to offer.
But there was some sweetness left to the gray mare yet.
A tender look washes over her features at Magnus' offer. If Minette had chosen a father for her daughter, she didn't believe she could have chosen a better one than this stallion. His protective nature, even to checking in on a despondent, scarred mare he barely knows, his genuine interest and sensitivity; all of these draw Minette to his side. She revels in the gentle touch of his wings. It is a place she would be reluctant to give up, although she is only just admitting it to herself in bits and pieces.
“What do you think, Amorette? Shall you have Magnus for your father?” Minette speaks to the girl, but her dark eyes are on the stallion, filled with light. Her voice is husky with emotion and she imagines that her feelings are transparent. How could he not see the strength of her affection for him, when it was written in every line of her body?
Minette scarcely recognizes herself in the words that next leave her mouth. A braver mare is beginning to take the place of the beaten, abused girl, strengthened by the courage of another. “I want to leave with you, Magnus. This place-it's a chapter of my life I'd like to close.” She falters, uncertain, “That is, if you think your home would have us. I want better for Amorette, and the chance to live a life of my choosing.”
She shivers a bit, leaning against the stallion. Fear causes a trembling through her body and she adds, in a voice for only him to hear, “I want this, but I am afraid.”
Afraid of Gryffen. Afraid of Carnage. Afraid of what the future might hold. But in this moment she also finds another fear within her heart. The fear that this wonderful soul she has met will reject the bruised and broken heart she has to offer.