Solace
When Amet had approached Solace, proposing a diplomatic visit to another Kingdom, the filly in her had found it difficult to suppress her excited emotions. She knew she could trust her King, and he would be glad to see her enthusiasm, but she was already trying to implement the reserve which she so often saw those in power shield themselves with.
But it doesn't take her long to see that something is bothering him, and this trip is not going to go as she had expected.
She can not see through his facade to the emotions that torture him, but she knows he has placed a wall between them, and she doesn't try to test its strength. The loss of vitality she sees in him worries her, and when he offers her praise she accepts it thankfully but cooly. She doesn't trust herself to say the right thing, and she follows in his shadow, unwilling to make matters worse by interrupting the adult's heavy thoughts.
Wisely, she does not contribute his reserve and heavy sighs to her own wrong-doing. Despite her own inexperience in love, Solace had noticed the way he touched and looked at the smokey, grey-eyed mare whose name she did not know - she also had also noticed his demeanor first changed when sight nor scent of the mare could be caught within Hyaline lands.
With this information, Solace attributes his lack enthusiasm and humor to love-sickness and is content to pass most of the journey in silence, pondering the value of love with morbid seriousness. By the end of the journey, the young mare is nearly convinced to love and be loved wasn't enough for anyone, and she sighs and wonders what that means for her.
As the ocean comes into view she pushed aside these thoughts, shrugging them off as the product of a wandering mind. Much of her childhood had been spent in Tephra's warm ocean, and the gold and cream girl paddles through the waves with ease. When she steps onto Ischia's shore the petite mustang-morgan is a little winded, but overall more refreshed than exhausted by the crossing. Her tricolored fore-lock is slicked back behind one ear with ocean water, and her brilliant blue eyes cast about for any sign of life as Amet mentions his connection to the island.
"Circinae," She repeats in a low voice so she won't forget, and looks to Amet with a half-hidden smile. "Don't let me mess this up" She teases, in a whisper. But then she quickly realizes that it's would be better to not be caught whispering by this leader, and she faces forward again - holding herself with good posture and as relaxed and friendly a face as she can manage despite her nervousness.
you are my sunshine
