Epithet listens with a tilted ear, it acknowledges but does not flicker and flinch as the old queen accuses her of fabricating cruel lies. Her dark eyes are somber and despite the sharp edges words licking over her porcelain skin. She understands for she is old like the golden mare...there have been times her own deep slumber had left her jilted and confused.
A shadow of a crow passes over it shifts rapidly into that of a dark stallion (Epithet smiles to find another shifter but it is her secret for now). His voice is low but it concentrates on Craft...vibrating against her metallic skin. It felt good to be defended and not have to persuade the old queen that the way of the world has changed. Epithet can offer a small curled smile with wide, wet eyes. Normally the small mare took on a much more less tolerable attitude but she feels for Craft. Beqanna has changed so much while the mare had slept.
The dark eyed mare offers a nod of a appreciation to the unknown stallion but she already can feel a thrum of strength and magic with his bones. Clearly he is more like her than he realizes but in the mean time she silent between the two. "The residents became too greedy..they were punished...we ALL we're punished..." Her eyes drift away for a moment as she reflects on when she had discovered her own abilities had been gone...her own magic lost (not that her shifting was any less amazing) but she had felt so naked and raw without it.
"The world fell apart and the faeries took it all back...we had to work, to earn the world before you. I'm sorry none pf this makes sense..." There is an actual sincerity in her voice instead of a flat sarcasm that usually dominated her tone. Epithet has not felt such clear ache in so long that it plucked her heartstrings in the small cavern of her chest. She felt for Craft...sympathizes not pitied, wanting to help ease the confusion that no doubt crept in the corners of her mind.
A shadow of a crow passes over it shifts rapidly into that of a dark stallion (Epithet smiles to find another shifter but it is her secret for now). His voice is low but it concentrates on Craft...vibrating against her metallic skin. It felt good to be defended and not have to persuade the old queen that the way of the world has changed. Epithet can offer a small curled smile with wide, wet eyes. Normally the small mare took on a much more less tolerable attitude but she feels for Craft. Beqanna has changed so much while the mare had slept.
The dark eyed mare offers a nod of a appreciation to the unknown stallion but she already can feel a thrum of strength and magic with his bones. Clearly he is more like her than he realizes but in the mean time she silent between the two. "The residents became too greedy..they were punished...we ALL we're punished..." Her eyes drift away for a moment as she reflects on when she had discovered her own abilities had been gone...her own magic lost (not that her shifting was any less amazing) but she had felt so naked and raw without it.
"The world fell apart and the faeries took it all back...we had to work, to earn the world before you. I'm sorry none pf this makes sense..." There is an actual sincerity in her voice instead of a flat sarcasm that usually dominated her tone. Epithet has not felt such clear ache in so long that it plucked her heartstrings in the small cavern of her chest. She felt for Craft...sympathizes not pitied, wanting to help ease the confusion that no doubt crept in the corners of her mind.
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