08-17-2021, 03:37 PM
“It’s always about the game.” She thought in agreement. Nothing had ever been more true or more clear to the young immortal keeping company with her magical relative. Without the game to fulfill their neverending hours what was there but cataclysmic events? If she and the others were not making moves, making enemies, f*cking lovers or producing children, then what was there to an existence that kept on going? Cheri feared they would never would be satisfied with it all. She still hesitated to acknowledge the real and honest depths of her own hunger for what it might reveal.
And, as if reading her thoughts, Reave seemed to have the most correct answer to her self-depreciating joke.
The truth of what he said resounded deep in the hollows of Cheri’s inner-being. She had suspected herself capable of waking sulmbering titans lately, and had only rejected the intuitive feeling to avoid becoming the same narcissistic complex she disliked in other horses. The feeling lingered anyways, always humming like a sort of white noise at the edges of her awareness. Even dead asleep she could feel it, this rare flower in the darkness waiting for a bit of light to bloom. Reave had caught onto it immediately. Again, she thought perhaps he’d already known for some time.
“On the contrary, I’m starting to think it is your head I should be the most worried about.” She admitted, crafting a particularly sardonic smile for him to enjoy. A twitch of her lips and it vanished quickly, replaced by the smooth, captivating expression she favored most.
“Tell me cousin,” she asked affectionately, “why did you say ‘yes’ to it all?”
Cheri’s head tilted and the wind tugged her hair into a state of fanciful disarray. She wanted to know why Reave had agreed to be the Guardian of Nerine when she’d always expected a different outcome from him. Not that the seat of newly found power didn’t suit him; Cheri thought of Reave as a mythic barbarian - deadly clever and equally as strong when put to a physical test. He embodied the spirit of a conqueror, would most likely become a part of this world’s lore, but that wasn’t why Cheri had chosen to pivot when it seemed like their business might’ve otherwise been concluded.
She wanted to know more. To try and understand if her uncle in Nerine meant to place himself on the board, or if he intended larger things like she might. Cheri had gone to Loess because of his early involvement, but very little of Reave’s (or any other horse’s) input had soaked into her personal decision to become Heir of the Southern Kingdom. That was something the green-winged pegasus liked to keep tucked away, something she considered rather personal.
She wondered if Reave felt similarly.
And, as if reading her thoughts, Reave seemed to have the most correct answer to her self-depreciating joke.
The truth of what he said resounded deep in the hollows of Cheri’s inner-being. She had suspected herself capable of waking sulmbering titans lately, and had only rejected the intuitive feeling to avoid becoming the same narcissistic complex she disliked in other horses. The feeling lingered anyways, always humming like a sort of white noise at the edges of her awareness. Even dead asleep she could feel it, this rare flower in the darkness waiting for a bit of light to bloom. Reave had caught onto it immediately. Again, she thought perhaps he’d already known for some time.
“On the contrary, I’m starting to think it is your head I should be the most worried about.” She admitted, crafting a particularly sardonic smile for him to enjoy. A twitch of her lips and it vanished quickly, replaced by the smooth, captivating expression she favored most.
“Tell me cousin,” she asked affectionately, “why did you say ‘yes’ to it all?”
Cheri’s head tilted and the wind tugged her hair into a state of fanciful disarray. She wanted to know why Reave had agreed to be the Guardian of Nerine when she’d always expected a different outcome from him. Not that the seat of newly found power didn’t suit him; Cheri thought of Reave as a mythic barbarian - deadly clever and equally as strong when put to a physical test. He embodied the spirit of a conqueror, would most likely become a part of this world’s lore, but that wasn’t why Cheri had chosen to pivot when it seemed like their business might’ve otherwise been concluded.
She wanted to know more. To try and understand if her uncle in Nerine meant to place himself on the board, or if he intended larger things like she might. Cheri had gone to Loess because of his early involvement, but very little of Reave’s (or any other horse’s) input had soaked into her personal decision to become Heir of the Southern Kingdom. That was something the green-winged pegasus liked to keep tucked away, something she considered rather personal.
She wondered if Reave felt similarly.
@Reave