04-24-2015, 07:32 PM
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Beqanna
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
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04-24-2015, 07:32 PM
04-27-2015, 02:29 PM
A late autumn hawk circles overhead, climbing weak thermals ever-higher into the sky. It catches the mare’s attention, but she sighs as soon as she sees what it is.
Or rather, who it is not. It’s not the arcing white and gold flight of their king. It’s not a rare smile that the creature wears, but a curved, deadly beak. It’s not a father who hasn’t yet met his son; it’s not Tiphon returning to them from up high. Talulah turns away, surprised at the level of scorn she feels towards the heedless hawk. As if it is his mistake for monopolizing airspace already reserved. Ramiel follows her gaze as he’s grown accustomed to doing. He knows exactly what his dam is looking for – spends his own fair share of time doing the same, in fact – but he’s also used to the disappointment. He’s grown up in a constant state of waiting. Waiting for his overbearing mother to loosen her tight hold on him. Waiting for a less monotonous day. Waiting for Joscelin to be able to play. Waiting for a father that he’d never met. Fortunately, in all this waiting, Ramiel has become a patient boy. So he doesn’t fall apart a little more every day like his mother. He stands taller, more sure of his role as a protector for those who need it. He becomes certain that Talulah now needs him more than he needs her. As he pulls the metal-mare away from her hill-top spot, he offers to accompany her to the river. If nothing else, it will be a good distraction for her. Besides, she’s always had a special fondness for the river. As the almost-yearling and mare walk towards the kingdom center, they further assuage their worries by making pointless observations (as they were fond of doing, passing one tree that looked like it had a face, and a mean one at that. They had previously dubbed it the Carnage-tree). Their spirits soon lift, and by the time they see a faint glow in the distance, they are both wearing bright smiles. Talulah recognizes the glow for what it is immediately, and she takes off at a swift canter, her skin seemingly shining in response. She barely manages to stop before colliding into the stallion, but she closes the distance anyway, pulling him into a firm embrace. He’s warm and real and smells like she remembers, but his long absence makes her hold a quick one. There are a million questions swimming in her eyes and forming on her tongue, and before she can give life to any of them, Ramiel is there behind her. She looks between them, her emotions a well that she cannot begin to delve into at the moment. Instead, she focuses on her son, their son (who watches his parents’ exchange with reserved delight) and introduces him. “This is Ramiel. He’s waited a long time to meet you.” Too long, she wants to add. Where have you been, she also wonders, silently.
04-27-2015, 09:10 PM
love is a temporary madness... She sees him at nearly the same time as Talulah does. He is unmistakable. And though her heart lifts inside her chest and her throat tightens, she does not fly into his embrace. That has never been her way. Those fragile emotions of hers still hide behind their wall. And though cracks had been weakening it for a very long time, it still stands. So she moves towards him, a bright smile upon her lips, her russet eyes sparking with joy. She calls to Joscelin, who is rarely far from her. Certainly not for lack of the young girl’s trying, but rather because Elysteria has had a very difficult time letting the filly out of her sight. Joscelin comes to her, leaving behind her investigations with a grumble. But when she sees what the reason is, her white tipped ears perk up curiously. She bounds forward with enthusiasm, her energy and spirit inexhaustible. She has been waiting just as long as Ramiel to meet the gold and white stallion that she knows to be her father. In her eagerness, she nearly barrels right into him. Halting scant inches from the winged stallion, she offers a quick, happy grin to Ramiel before turning her gaze up to Tiphon. Golden eyes peer from a red and white face with bright curiosity. Elysteria reaches the small group only moments after her daughter, though she comes to halt at a more comfortable distance. Her smile is radiant as her eyes study him closely, ensuring for herself that he is well. “We have missed you.” Joscelin speaks at nearly the same time as her mother. She never been much of one for politeness. You’re my papa, right? Mama has told me about you. Where have you been? elysteria
04-30-2015, 07:21 PM
05-05-2015, 01:01 PM
05-18-2015, 10:19 PM
love is a temporary madness... She does not see it right away, the realization, followed by the pain that flits across Talulah’s features. She is too caught up in her own happiness that Tiphon has at last returned, that Joscelin could finally meet her father. She is reserved in her affections, but her joy is plain for all to see. However, when she sees the expression worn by the metal mare, her own expression falters for a brief moment. She wonders what could have caused such a reaction. Even in her concern, she does not realize that Talulah had not known of Joscelin’s parentage, of the relationship that existed (however warily) between herself and Tiphon. She had known of them, of course. How could she not? Even were it not quite so obvious, she would have had no doubts upon first meeting Ramiel. So it had never occurred to her that Talulah had not known as well. She is prevented from asking however, when their conversation continues. In any case, she knew she would have plenty of opportunity to inquire at a later time, after their reunion. Joscelin, equally as oblivious to the undercurrent running through the group as Ramiel, answers her father in delight, barely waiting for a break in the conversation to speak. Really? That’s so exciting! What were you saving it from? Elysteria can only smile at her wayward daughter, a bemused expression lighting her features before focusing her attention on Tiphon’s questions. She glances at Talulah as she answers, her concern once again surfacing at the odd, uncharacteristic smile that now graces her lips. She nods in agreement to her friend’s assessment, a slight frown touching her muzzle as she studies her closely. “I’m afraid Tiberios has been a bit reclusive since his return. I have not yet had the opportunity to speak to him. I have made several attempts at recruitment, but regrettably I have not been successful. The field seems full of recruiters and lacking in newcomers of late.” She pauses for a long moment, her russet gaze flitting from Talulah, to Tiphon, and back again. In the end, her concern regarding Talulah’s odd behavior proves too great to keep contained. “Are you alright Talulah?” elysteria | |||||||
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