09-21-2017, 09:12 PM
tangerine
turn your face to the sun - let the shadows fall behind us
I couldn't disappear forever.
She nods; she knows. Duty - it was a word she had learned about here in Beqanna and a word which roused mixed feelings in her breast. All the men in her life were duty bound to their Kingdoms and she had learned to accept it.
'Except for Carnage,' she muses, cynically, to herself. He was above duty. But the dark god was a shooting star, bright and brilliant and gone, he couldn't be considered a man in her life -
even if he was the father of her unborn daughter.
Some part of her was even glad that she would always be second to their love of the land. She would always be second (at best) to the Great Wife: Duty.
She never asked to be anyone first, to be someones only would be too much pressure for the wild mare.
But concern for her daughter, not herself, was why Tang had sought Rou out today. Solace, who also is showing the signs of a duty-bound kingdom dweller, is why she is here. The death of her 'little brother' had hit the girl hard and she refused to process the even with her mother. Tang's comforting words seemed to fall on deaf ears anytime she tried to broach the topic, and she couldn't help but suspect the child partially blamed her mother.
"She has been quiet," the painted mare ventures, "I think it would mean a lot if you would speak with her." Was it too soon? Should she not be asking so much of him yet? Solace was the only one who had loved the colt as much as Rou had, maybe they could draw strength from each other. Her amber gaze returns to his face to search his feature and gauge if she has asked too much.