06-05-2018, 03:50 PM
Ardashir
A year or even two changes everything. The passing of crown had almost become a yearly thing in Nerine. Maybe, it was the same for the other kingdoms as well though. Change was good as it brought in new ideas or new life to something that was stagnant. A queen had passed. Ard had no idea. He had not been to the kingdom meetings for the past two years. The white stag hid himself away in his secret place. Death brought new blood and with that new blood came changes. Scorch had taken up the crown while he had hidden himself. Hestia had passed away it seemed.
He could not shed any tears in honesty though. He had not known the queen well and he knew Scorch even less. Ardashir had at least gotten off his fat ass and walked to where they had all been called. As he had walked he thought about the times he had tried to recruit for Nerine, and the times he had tried to set up some mock battles as well. He had failed both of these tasks. He had gone on a diplomatic mission as well. He was not sure he had failed at the last one though. He rolled his shoulders letting the past roll off him almost like it was beads of rain. The stallion positioned himself in the back of those gathered. He did not want to brush up against them, did not want to touch them. He wanted his space for now and he stood away from the closest of them. He listened to Scorch speak and simply nodded his head in a courtesy reaction. A changing of the guard again.
The bay filly Wishbone then took up the crown. The stallion had met Wishbone in the spring. The three year old now was queen of Nerine. Ard adding a polite stomp and drag of his front leg leg a couple times in an equine way of clapping. He listened to what she was going to add to the kingdom, and what she was going to remove from the kingdom. Ardashir was not a spy heck, he was not even a warrior anymore. He had been in the trainee branch for a while now and, was not keen on moving up. He would be happy just to slip back into the background once more. The white stag was loyal to his kingdom though and if called he would come to the aid of anyone who requested his help.
A new queen, and new ideas. The seasons changed yes but, some things never did.
He could not shed any tears in honesty though. He had not known the queen well and he knew Scorch even less. Ardashir had at least gotten off his fat ass and walked to where they had all been called. As he had walked he thought about the times he had tried to recruit for Nerine, and the times he had tried to set up some mock battles as well. He had failed both of these tasks. He had gone on a diplomatic mission as well. He was not sure he had failed at the last one though. He rolled his shoulders letting the past roll off him almost like it was beads of rain. The stallion positioned himself in the back of those gathered. He did not want to brush up against them, did not want to touch them. He wanted his space for now and he stood away from the closest of them. He listened to Scorch speak and simply nodded his head in a courtesy reaction. A changing of the guard again.
The bay filly Wishbone then took up the crown. The stallion had met Wishbone in the spring. The three year old now was queen of Nerine. Ard adding a polite stomp and drag of his front leg leg a couple times in an equine way of clapping. He listened to what she was going to add to the kingdom, and what she was going to remove from the kingdom. Ardashir was not a spy heck, he was not even a warrior anymore. He had been in the trainee branch for a while now and, was not keen on moving up. He would be happy just to slip back into the background once more. The white stag was loyal to his kingdom though and if called he would come to the aid of anyone who requested his help.
A new queen, and new ideas. The seasons changed yes but, some things never did.
The blue in an ocean of gray..
You’ve mistaken the stars reflected on the surface of the lake at night for the heavens.