Solace
Ring the bells that still can ring, forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
...
Before Solace's soft call has time to echo Ilma appears on the trail ahead. Their trajectories meet under Amet's old wisteria tree, drawing up the Dragon King's image unbidden. As an adolescent, Solace had spent countless hours under these gnarled branches, washed in lavender light and absorbing the golden stallion's every word. He held a place in her heart next to her father, and she often compared her actions to his own.
Solace shakes her neck, her tri-colored mane flipping from side to side as she does, and any tension she had been holding fades - along with her thoughts of Amet.
"It's good to see you again." Solace extends her pale muzzle to her ambassador as she settles next to the trunk of Amet's tree. Relaxing into one hip, her cerulean gaze flits over the space where Ilma's new wings rest. "I see you got an upgrade," she says as a smile pulls at the corners of her pink lips, "I had heard you had sunlight wings, but they are beautiful to see."
She waits for anything her companion may have to say, savoring the quiet morning and time spent in adult conversation without five little ones clamoring at her heels. She doesn't know that they both are keenly, and silently, feeling Svedka's absence - but perhaps if she had not have been so preoccupied with her own small herd of young. But her thoughts soon return to kingdom matters before the topic can be discussed, specifically Hyaline's relationship with their southern neighbor.
"How did your recent trip to Loess go? Were you able to meet the new leader or find out what sort of neighbors they will be?" Solace's expression seems to somber with the change of topic. Loess had always been a quiet land with fluid leadership and little continuity, she never knew what to expect. But Ilma's diligence had not gone unnoticed, and Solace knew she could trust the white mare's report and council.