05-25-2018, 03:58 PM
It is nice to be home, the comfort of his surroundings quickly envelopes him in it’s warmth. The waves slowly retreat off shore, leaving the sand wet and packed. Pond is watching from her spot upon the beach and he smiles encouragingly as she tentatively approaches. The disbelief is still fresh upon Brennen’s face, shock etching itself upon every line of his face. When Pond is upon them, the king is careful to replace his shock with an expression filled with kindness and welcoming. The filly speaks, her voice unsteady and unsure as her gaze shakes unsteadily about. Uncommonly respectful, Belgaer is shocked by her manner as she tells Brennen everything that she had already shared with the son. Her word does little to diminish the pain that rises up from the depths of mahogany stallion.
Belgaer can only imagine the thoughts and memories that were tormenting the king in that moment. He knew the answer to Pond’s question, and the truth of the reality stabbed him like one thousand hot knives. The chestnut knows that a time would soon be upon him when he would find himself in the same position of his father. Immortality was a heavy burden to bare, but he thanked the fairies and trusted their judgment in giving him such a gift.
As Brennen’s words faded Belgaer turned to gauge Pond’s reaction. Surely the news would be hard to comprehend and accept. More than likely Pond’s parents had fallen victim to the fae’s rage, or had died long before the filly had awoken from her slumber.
Belgaer stepped forward, his eyes kindly upon her. “Pond,” he began with even toned vocals. “Is there anything you can tell us that might help us figure out what happened to you? What was the last thing you remember?”
Magic was powerful throughout Beqanna and there were many beings powerful enough to induce an ageless slumber. If she could remember even the slightest of clues they might be able to help her piece together the truth of why she found herself in this new version of the world she’d been born into.
@[Pond] @[Brennen]
Belgaer can only imagine the thoughts and memories that were tormenting the king in that moment. He knew the answer to Pond’s question, and the truth of the reality stabbed him like one thousand hot knives. The chestnut knows that a time would soon be upon him when he would find himself in the same position of his father. Immortality was a heavy burden to bare, but he thanked the fairies and trusted their judgment in giving him such a gift.
As Brennen’s words faded Belgaer turned to gauge Pond’s reaction. Surely the news would be hard to comprehend and accept. More than likely Pond’s parents had fallen victim to the fae’s rage, or had died long before the filly had awoken from her slumber.
Belgaer stepped forward, his eyes kindly upon her. “Pond,” he began with even toned vocals. “Is there anything you can tell us that might help us figure out what happened to you? What was the last thing you remember?”
Magic was powerful throughout Beqanna and there were many beings powerful enough to induce an ageless slumber. If she could remember even the slightest of clues they might be able to help her piece together the truth of why she found herself in this new version of the world she’d been born into.
@[Pond] @[Brennen]