09-20-2017, 08:18 PM
((Quickly finished))
Her return to his group was swift. A decision met with action. She finds her place among the leaves quickly, unmoving and silent is she in the towering trees. Her harrowing gaze matches the dull orange/gold of the leaves scattered here, like the needles that scattered the Taiga's floor. The thought is shoved to the deepest corner of her mind just as quickly as it appeared. The taiga is no more.
As she stands single in the forest she allows her whispering mind to wander. It wanders first to the child- no... no the Children she had lost. Two foals who would never be, two missed opportunities to switch it all around. She snorts, the memories washed clean and replaced with more fresh occurrences. Gryffen had a kingdom again, and she planned to stay. No matter what it took.
If it is not the piercing cry that breaks its way through the forest, it is her own mind that causes her to seek him out. To be first to the gathering of hellhounds. They are a ragtag group, new and old alliances coming together to form one hellish lust for blood and victory.
He speaks to certain equines first. A command here, a question there. Yet all the while her gaze is not trained upon him, but it is trained upon that of her own reflection in the other's eyes. Gaunt, and hollow. She resembled the very twisting trees around them.
What a pity she had once been beautiful.
She allows the presence of the newcomers to swallow her form, she wishes to be unseen. Unnoticed as she had been. The lack of attention was her vantage point. Something she had used to her advantage often.
He speaks of his bird. The blue roan that was not to be touched. She was his right hand. The very beat in his bones.
Despite her lack of focus, she bows her head to the woman, a gesture of welcome.
Of respect.
As he gives his last commands he parts from them, her gaze following him blankly.
"And proud we shall make you,"
And she too is gone, curling tendrils dragging behind her.