Adria
I felt nothing at all, freedom of the fall
The Queen herself comes for insignificant Adria. No small matter. Her lilac-toned eyes leave the horizon where Silver Cove rests and they follow the punctual flight of Kagerus’ mate down from the sky where she reigns and onto the earth where Adria meets her, trudging (for once) through the water and up the shoreline. For one so casually lovely without effort, Adria looks worn out and somewhat in a state of disarray from all the excitement, gratitude and clinging hope obvious in her reply when she says, “Not safe in Hyaline? Oh thank the Gods for Silver Cove …”
A woman and yet, a child.
“I’ll go to join them immediately.” She promises in her casual accent, both hind hooves lingering amidst the icy ripples of a quiet lake. The scene behind them seems impossibly beautiful and yet, both mares are trying their best not to let a deep fear take root and shake their foundations. “I can’t heal,” The Nereid admits sullenly, “but I can protect.” She turns the phrase, comically hardening a voice that could never be taken for much more than a whisper. “My powers reach their height in the ocean, so Silver Cove will become a very safe haven indeed, Caretaker.” Solace’s new initiate determines, setting her mouth into a stubborn, pink line.
The proud curve of her curtained neck arches and sways, bending into a graceful bow their kind have long since adopted. Both Kagerus and Solace know her and the parameters of her gifts now. It seems appropriate that she should use them to keep others from danger, to repay in some measure the kindness and openness this Kingdom has shown her. “Be safe lady. Come back to us soon.” Adria says in lieu of goodbye, casting one last glance over her scaling shoulder when she turns away to sink again into water.
Solace and Kagerus, She thinks to herself, swimming out into the expanse, now I know why the horned lady’s smile was proud.
A wife like that was a infinite source of honor.
@[Solace]