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aranea the silent was much different than aranea the diplomat. with words to guide her she was strong and confident and fierce. in silence, unable to voice her thoughts and opinions, she was much more withdrawn. there lingered sparks of the fire that burned within but it was not the fierce flame that it existed to be.
aranea was a shadow of her true self and, frankly, she was okay with that. it was nice to step back and let others take charge for once, for a time, though she knew it would not be long lived. things would change again - they always did - and she would again seek to step up and grasp the greatness she had once claimed.
this was merely a vacation.
his words had formed a kinship between them that she could not fully understand yet. one that surely he did not understand. it was a bond that had begun many years ago and had heightened by a simple act of trust. aranea had given herself over to the leader of this fiery home and granted him an unbridled trust - he would be her voice. the offer of it, to stay near and try to speak for her, had touched the shadowy mare in a way she had not imagined. the sincerity of it was overwhelming and she found herself grateful for silence - she would have been stunned in to it regardless.
so she had followed him. there was no other choice and even if there was she would not have sought one.
strange - how long had it been? when had she last known true happiness? she of ice and fire had a hard time remembered, and wondered if it had truly been when she had reigned and known the friendship of ryann. that long? or perhaps when she last spoke with her father, had it been then?
yes, she imagined that her last visit with covet had been her last brush with happiness. until now.
when they reached their new home she snorted in a soft approval and instinctively reached, again, for his shoulder. would he tell her what he knew?
(immortal, mute, infrared vision) the dream, an enigma... silent |
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