09-06-2016, 04:29 PM
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home
Epithet and Leola
Epithet listened to both of them, her eyes settling on each one as she heard their troth. She knew to her core that she was the one who would always have to follow her heart, rather than the madness that her blood gave her utterance with—and despite being just slightly angry—livid—over the loss of her abilities, she also knew that in the end, she could not give up on herself for the sake of what ifs. Gunsynd was lovely, and she hoped to continue a friendship with him more in the future, but for the sake of her daughter, and the safety of her soul, she bowed to him and gave him her attention one more time. “As wonderful as that sounds, Gunsynd, I fear I must decline the offer at this time. I need to think of Leola, and how best to teach her what she knows in this world without the fear that she has been born to. As much as the mountain calls to me… I fear that my time to climb it has not yet come.”
And with that, and a sense of sorrow at not taking up her new friend upon his offer, she turns to Sahm and Newton, already noticing how well Leola and Elora were getting along, bounding without a care in the world as to what was going on around them. They had no idea what sort of magic they had been born into—and what was no longer theirs by right. They too, had been punished… for even the innocent did not escape the rages of the mountain. She watched with pride while her little black filly swished her tail this way and that, growing stronger with each passing day, before she took a step closer to the lovers, her eyes warm with the familiarity of family—and the blood of a kindred spirit. “As long as it does not require a trek to the mountain quite yet, I would feel myself privileged to follow you. Our daughters seem to get along famously, and I do not wish to part them. Nor, from a friend. I had no mentor for my magic, but I have walked this earth more than 50 years… and I would be glad to show you what I know. If your Offspring, as you called him, will have me, I will gladly be of service to him.”
And with that, and a sense of sorrow at not taking up her new friend upon his offer, she turns to Sahm and Newton, already noticing how well Leola and Elora were getting along, bounding without a care in the world as to what was going on around them. They had no idea what sort of magic they had been born into—and what was no longer theirs by right. They too, had been punished… for even the innocent did not escape the rages of the mountain. She watched with pride while her little black filly swished her tail this way and that, growing stronger with each passing day, before she took a step closer to the lovers, her eyes warm with the familiarity of family—and the blood of a kindred spirit. “As long as it does not require a trek to the mountain quite yet, I would feel myself privileged to follow you. Our daughters seem to get along famously, and I do not wish to part them. Nor, from a friend. I had no mentor for my magic, but I have walked this earth more than 50 years… and I would be glad to show you what I know. If your Offspring, as you called him, will have me, I will gladly be of service to him.”