In the Darkness brings a butterfly

[Engelsfors]

Drink thy poison lightly dear, ♦♢♦ She talks of children, of watching them grow and prosper. This thought, it silences me for quite some time and all I can do is shift uncomfortably from one hoof to the other. My azure eyes slightly glazed over in deep contemplation. Children. I remember what it was like to be fawned over with such glutinous eyes. It still sends a shiver running through every little nodule of my spine, unfavourably so. My ears lace against my crown, lost within the piles of mussed mane. those memories fade quickly, and for that I am thankful. A good snap of my tail, gliding over my loins and I am back into the present, watching Mystic with curious eyes, and a slight, if not pretentious frown. 'Children? They won't happen unless you want it. Or, unless you aren't careful where you wander.' my thoughts glide to the men in the Chamber -- of course, it had to. Because you cannot bear children without a strong seed, after all. The thought weaves a heavy burden already resting on my chest. Killdare wouldn't touch Mystic, not in that way. In fact the bay soldier made me think he was not all that fond of females in general, even if we did share a midnight wandering for quite a few hours. I know I touched certain button in him that were perhaps a bit too much. The thought brings a fleeting grin to my face but it so expires. Erebor, he is suave and as sophisticated as the very tip of the pine trees. I doubt he would even attempt any form of abuse. Unless of course, the Chamber was threatened, because after all, the members here (myself included) would spill blood, would do anything to protect this land. 'Love?' the word slips from my lips, it tastes bitter, like harsh bile rising from my chest. Love. It was foreign to me, strange and something I wonder if I will ever feel. After all, with a heart encased in stone, buried beneath the bone cage and ropes of sinew, it had a difficult time feeling much. 'Perhaps. Perhaps love might find you, perhaps you might find love...' the topic is far too raw for me now and I change, my ears twisting forward. 'You are given much from the Chamber. A home, a purpose, a life. But you must return it. Be it simply as a loyal resident or a diplomat. Or maybe even the war caste will suit you...' I look at her then, eyes burrowing deep down, further than her blue skin. Did she have something within? Like Killdare's scarred surface, he lurked a shrewd head beneath. 'The Chamber is sparse in numbers, but we are strong. When our numbers grow, I am certain we will be a force to be reckoned with.' my thoughts are idle contemplation, flirting on my lips. 'Would you like to know of the chamber residents?' it would not hurt to ask. My tone is saccharine. cool and crisp. Black velvet and lace, but my eyes, they are distant, off with the stars for the moment, hanging on a thread with the moon. Mystic speaks of love, of children. They are the future, but now? I was very unsure if I could see myself with either. ♦♢♦ there are deeper and darker things than you; professor of the chamber

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