09-03-2018, 03:07 PM
It is difficult - more difficult than I'd have imagined - to bite back the bitterness that threatens to spill forth. A literal biting of the tongue (causing a visible deepening of my scowl) stems the flood, but it is a near thing. 'No, I want to stay a captive; it's lovely' instead becomes a simple: "Why?"
Why now, I mean. Why not yesterday or the day before? What has changed.
Those questions remain unspoken; the answers too far out of reach for me to grasp for them just yet. I know little of Solace, save that she is the queen with whom Arthas brokered a tentative peace. Her wife, the fiery Kagerus, has earned more renown, though as I stand before the buckskin mare I cannot help but wonder what the almost-winner of the Alliance sees in her.
She's pretty, of course, but who isn't these days? If an exceptional ability to bear children were a valuable attribute Solace certainly has that in spades. A memory shifts, somewhere in the back of my mind and still out of reach. I'd heard her name somewhere else, remember a scent like hers - but younger - on the hide of someone I knew.
Solace is certainly more talented at a straight face than I was in this moment, though as I shift my weight back to my hindquarters to take her in, my own scowl is shifting into something far more neutral. Far more fitting of my station.
Why now, I mean. Why not yesterday or the day before? What has changed.
Those questions remain unspoken; the answers too far out of reach for me to grasp for them just yet. I know little of Solace, save that she is the queen with whom Arthas brokered a tentative peace. Her wife, the fiery Kagerus, has earned more renown, though as I stand before the buckskin mare I cannot help but wonder what the almost-winner of the Alliance sees in her.
She's pretty, of course, but who isn't these days? If an exceptional ability to bear children were a valuable attribute Solace certainly has that in spades. A memory shifts, somewhere in the back of my mind and still out of reach. I'd heard her name somewhere else, remember a scent like hers - but younger - on the hide of someone I knew.
Solace is certainly more talented at a straight face than I was in this moment, though as I shift my weight back to my hindquarters to take her in, my own scowl is shifting into something far more neutral. Far more fitting of my station.
