good at goodbyes
The pair begin to move away, lost in the eyes of the other. It Is odd to see the exiled prince and princes there, separated from the life that they had been born into. Gentleness among stones, it almost doesn’t feel right. For a moment, Mosrael believed herself to have escaped their notice as they drew ever so slightly further away. Off the surface of the sea, a wind catches her from behind, tossing her silver and black mane about her face. Carried on the breeze, her scent traveled toward the twins and she held her breath expectantly. Her observation of their private moment would no longer be unknown to them and she anticipated their reactions.
The armored colt is the first to pin his gaze upon her. The regality of his movements is stunning and, standing stone still, Mosrael’s head tipped in a silent greeting. There was no way of knowing how she would be received by them. It had been her father’s hand that had seen them dethroned and stripped of their birthright and, ultimately, sent their mother to her untimely death. Now a mother herself, Mosrael’s heart pounded in her chest, broken for the motherless younglings who stood before her. Even despite their misfortune, the appaloosa’d mare knew that it had not been her father’s intention to see Krone submitted to such a fate.
The young stallion’s words reach her, friendly and protective all at once. His sister beside him, lavender tufts nearly identical to Kove’s, almost flinches as the sight of her there. Hiding behind her brother, the two almost appear as one. Their bond is clear and Mosrael can’t help but think upon her own myriad of siblings back on the island.
“Not officially,” she admitted, stepping out from behind the boaldered ridge she’d been situated behind. “My name is Mosrael, once of Ischia. I remember when you both were very small.”
It was strange, admitting such a connection, but the purple spotted mare had nothing to hide or fear. Like them she was powerless against the forces of fate and crowns.
@[Kromium~Karat]