04-21-2015, 04:36 PM
After all this time he finally sees his princess again. After the fires that had swarmed the kingdom, Rocinante had taken to keeping away from others. Hiding in the shadows and on the outskirts of the lands keeping intruders at bay and watching the goings on of daily life with a careful eye. Things had not been the same since the terrible tragedy. Chiefly in that he had lost his charge. With Camelia's absence, he had grown panicked and depressed constantly on the look out trying to find the princess he so dearly loved who had grown and become queen. He had seen her in flashes as she waltzed carefree around the kingdom but she was always gone before he could reach her. An ethereal nymph floating on the edge of his daydreams. But today was different.
He scents her briefly on the wind and his heart races as his giant hooves rip deep furrows into the earth in his haste. This time he will not fail her. How long ago now was it that he had sworn to serve her? Now all he could hope for was forgiveness. He weaves his way among the towering oaks and other flora that are the distinction of the Gates and beelines towards the mother tree. If there was anywhere that the sweet, innocent girl would be it was there.
In his furious dash he nearly misses her. She is not quite to the mother tree, but instead leaning heavily against one much smaller but near enough to have taken full advantages of the mother's healing capabilities. He does not miss the sag in her shoulders or the heavy sigh that passes between lips made for laughter. The mighty titan feels his heart sag with her. How much of this ache could he have prevented if only he had been more diligent, more courageous, more present. He can feel the flower that she had woven into his mane so long ago tickling behind his ear and it's memories warm him, giving him the strength to stand once more before her.
The warrior shakes the dust from his coat and walks towards her. As he stands before her he can see the sadness that lingers in the sunlit pools of her eyes. A sadness never meant to burden one so pure. With a gentleness belying his size he plants a small kiss on the top of her head before dropping to one knee. He bows his head briefly to her. From the ground he gazes at the princess, and though he has no words, there is no mistaking the love and pride that shines in his eyes.
He scents her briefly on the wind and his heart races as his giant hooves rip deep furrows into the earth in his haste. This time he will not fail her. How long ago now was it that he had sworn to serve her? Now all he could hope for was forgiveness. He weaves his way among the towering oaks and other flora that are the distinction of the Gates and beelines towards the mother tree. If there was anywhere that the sweet, innocent girl would be it was there.
In his furious dash he nearly misses her. She is not quite to the mother tree, but instead leaning heavily against one much smaller but near enough to have taken full advantages of the mother's healing capabilities. He does not miss the sag in her shoulders or the heavy sigh that passes between lips made for laughter. The mighty titan feels his heart sag with her. How much of this ache could he have prevented if only he had been more diligent, more courageous, more present. He can feel the flower that she had woven into his mane so long ago tickling behind his ear and it's memories warm him, giving him the strength to stand once more before her.
The warrior shakes the dust from his coat and walks towards her. As he stands before her he can see the sadness that lingers in the sunlit pools of her eyes. A sadness never meant to burden one so pure. With a gentleness belying his size he plants a small kiss on the top of her head before dropping to one knee. He bows his head briefly to her. From the ground he gazes at the princess, and though he has no words, there is no mistaking the love and pride that shines in his eyes.