FAMILIAR BREATH OF MY OLD LIES
CHANGED THE COLOR IN MY EYES
Her lips pursed. A berry crisps in her mouth, spilling a juice that is much too tart. She squints her eyes for a moment, shooing away the surprise. When she opens them again, the conversation has continued, one of greetings. “Hello, it’s nice to see y’all. She returns politely, her ears perking forward to catch wisps of their conversation. Choking out light, her dark, silvered-ears fall at that. She doesn’t have to ask what they have been talking about to know.
It’s like she’s been on Mother hen alert since that fateful day, because she could not bear to fail her children. Though when it came down to it she did not know what she would do to save them, likely the same her own Dam had done, so many years ago. She would without question throw herself at the mercy of the fire, if only to give her younglings a chance to run. Whatever would befall the Gates, her children did not deserve to suffer a foul fate.
She listens quietly as Magnus offers the King his help, his own strong shoulders to aid with the burden. A solemn veil falls to her face, Mast had not inherited a strong Kingdom per se, more like one filled with broken and weary things. He had been left to attempt to pick up their pieces, to put them back together the best he could with just his two hands.
It’s surprise that jolts her heart, something asked of her that she did not expect. Head the peace caste? Could she do that?
There was no doubt in her mind that Magnus could successfully lead the army, he was an able soldier, and dedicated. She was, just Wichita. Just a little mare, with heaps of children to fill her heart and her time. But she supposed she wasn’t suited for many other positions either. She’s trembling, but she nods once. “All righ’ “ she says in a breathy tone, eyes falling to the ground. The King is not done though, Empathy , he says. Such a gift, would be an important tool to use for the days to come. Lady, the titles, gifts, forever spill from his cloudy mouth. She doesn’t know if she deserves so much, she felt she had done so little for the home that had welcomed her. The home that had soothed her spirit, healed her body, given her some shred of hope for the future.
Her breath comes quickly, her mind racing, and it isn’t until he finishes that she left her head. Cocoa eyes glistening in tears, she was valued, she was worthy, she was a friend. She could, she could do this for their home, for her friends and her family. Forgetting herself she pulls forward, butting her head against the Kings shoulder, with a sniffling answer. “I will help ya Mast, I will help our home, and our friends.” She’s just as happy as a clam, pulling back and blinking away her tears. She turns to Magnus with a bright smile, simply beaming for them both.
ooc-no worries. Wichita is being a stingy little stink with her words lately xD