Topsail was nothing if not determined. Her fathers failures had set a fire inside of her, one that couldn’t be tamped out by normal means. She strove to succeed where he had failed, his kind nature eventually getting the best of him. There was something about her that set her apart; her iron clad will, or perhaps the sharpness of her gaze. For all of his good parts, Mast had been strong of heart but weak in spirit. He wasn’t a fighter and even trying to do so and sent him off the deep end. Topsail assumed he was alive, he prayed for his well-being. But she wouldn’t follow in his ill-fated footsteps.
As was expected, the mare recoiled when Topsails voice flooded her mind. Topsail didn’t react though, just continued to smile while the mare absorbed it all. “Please, Mizaria…no need for such formalities.” she replied, though she dipped her head graciously. She still found the title of “queen” to be somewhat foreign to her, despite the fact that she was born royalty for all intents and purposes. “It is a pleasure to meet you.” she paused, offering the mare a smile before continuing. “I won’t beat around the bush. I can offer you a home, in the Valley. We are a small kingdom but we are growing every day. We are strong, and we’re looking for strong horses to fill her ranks.” Her words were spoken clearly and carefully, each syllable articulated neatly. With nothing more to do but wait, she scraped idly at the frost-covered grass with her hoof. Patience, it seemed, was a virtue she hadn’t been blessed with.
topsail
I was in the darkness, so the darkness I became