04-18-2016, 01:44 PM
oh, where do we begin? the rubble or our sins?
Strange, winged creatures, ‘eh?
Well, maybe to foreigners, but assimilation is expected if you’re going to live in a land full of magic. Which means that there are far worse than those with wings running around, and the stallion should watch his tongue when in mixed company.
She’s wandered away from the mare who seemed to be overwhelmed by her appearance, and shrugged it off. Some weren’t ready to entertain the idea of the ‘abnormal,’ some were simply going to grab the first offer that landed in their lap. She bid the two good day and that the champagne mare give her best to Kreios from Yael, and went on her way. Summer is setting, and with it, the leaves begin to turn - first yellow, mirroring her own coat, and then orange and red. Those colors are her favorite, but still a ways away. She ambles between the groups, shamelessly eavesdropping (because she can, and because why not?) until a familiar figure catches her eye. Or rather, another flash of gold.
Lexa. Yael smiles, the expression breaking across her face as she spies her spotted granddaughter. And a Chamberling, who more than likely won’t be thrilled to see Yael, but she doesn’t really give a rat’s ass about the blue mare’s feelings. If she had any. Chamberlings weren’t known for those. She ups her pace from an amble to a brisk walk, and though she has missed the fact that the object of recruitment has invisibility, a gentle touch tells her that something brews beneath the surface. They may be able to see her coming from the glint of the sun off her wings, or they may be so wrapped up in the power struggle that they don’t. Either way, she slips in next to Lexa, but refrains from touching her like she might usually do. Yael wasn’t at the Desert meeting, and when she’d given her descendant her golden coronet, she’d been a mere cloud of golden dust, and girl no more than an infant.
Perhaps the Amazonian will put two and two together, or perhaps not. But there is no doubt that Yael is at least a friend, as she smells strongly of peculiar sweat and spices of the Desert. She smiles at Lexa, and then tut tut’s to the stallion. He didn’t seem to bright, choosing to take on a sharp-tongued Chamberling, and an Amazonian warrior. “T’ere are more vinged creatures xere t’an you may realize. Some vit far more t’an just wings. Eet might be good of you to vatch your tongue… just een case.” She chuckles in a mostly non-threatening manner at the end of her short admonishment and turns to the silver buckskin mare. “Xello, I ahm Yael, of ze Desert. Eet seems like you xaf kite ze buffet of options before you. I can offer you safety and peace, eef t’at ees vhat you are seeking. Ve ahr looking to rebuild, to start vit a few loyal members.”
If it isn’t, either the ‘Zons or the Chamber are good options. Yael has her preference regarding the two, but ultimately, her home is nothing like theirs. An adventure seeker may be occupied for awhile, but in the end, they would probably grow restless. Theirs is a sleepy kingdom. More and more, she’s starting to think it’s by design.
Well, maybe to foreigners, but assimilation is expected if you’re going to live in a land full of magic. Which means that there are far worse than those with wings running around, and the stallion should watch his tongue when in mixed company.
She’s wandered away from the mare who seemed to be overwhelmed by her appearance, and shrugged it off. Some weren’t ready to entertain the idea of the ‘abnormal,’ some were simply going to grab the first offer that landed in their lap. She bid the two good day and that the champagne mare give her best to Kreios from Yael, and went on her way. Summer is setting, and with it, the leaves begin to turn - first yellow, mirroring her own coat, and then orange and red. Those colors are her favorite, but still a ways away. She ambles between the groups, shamelessly eavesdropping (because she can, and because why not?) until a familiar figure catches her eye. Or rather, another flash of gold.
Lexa. Yael smiles, the expression breaking across her face as she spies her spotted granddaughter. And a Chamberling, who more than likely won’t be thrilled to see Yael, but she doesn’t really give a rat’s ass about the blue mare’s feelings. If she had any. Chamberlings weren’t known for those. She ups her pace from an amble to a brisk walk, and though she has missed the fact that the object of recruitment has invisibility, a gentle touch tells her that something brews beneath the surface. They may be able to see her coming from the glint of the sun off her wings, or they may be so wrapped up in the power struggle that they don’t. Either way, she slips in next to Lexa, but refrains from touching her like she might usually do. Yael wasn’t at the Desert meeting, and when she’d given her descendant her golden coronet, she’d been a mere cloud of golden dust, and girl no more than an infant.
Perhaps the Amazonian will put two and two together, or perhaps not. But there is no doubt that Yael is at least a friend, as she smells strongly of peculiar sweat and spices of the Desert. She smiles at Lexa, and then tut tut’s to the stallion. He didn’t seem to bright, choosing to take on a sharp-tongued Chamberling, and an Amazonian warrior. “T’ere are more vinged creatures xere t’an you may realize. Some vit far more t’an just wings. Eet might be good of you to vatch your tongue… just een case.” She chuckles in a mostly non-threatening manner at the end of her short admonishment and turns to the silver buckskin mare. “Xello, I ahm Yael, of ze Desert. Eet seems like you xaf kite ze buffet of options before you. I can offer you safety and peace, eef t’at ees vhat you are seeking. Ve ahr looking to rebuild, to start vit a few loyal members.”
If it isn’t, either the ‘Zons or the Chamber are good options. Yael has her preference regarding the two, but ultimately, her home is nothing like theirs. An adventure seeker may be occupied for awhile, but in the end, they would probably grow restless. Theirs is a sleepy kingdom. More and more, she’s starting to think it’s by design.
YAEL
mother, queen, magician
... and then I decided to write a novel, for no apparent reason. oops.