I've heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
but you don't really care for music do you?
He was thrilled to see so many new faces. With the new faces came hope- hope for a brighter future, hope for change. If they lost hope, then what would they have? Hope was the thing that kept them afloat even when they were taking on water. Hope was the only star in an otherwise dark sky, something to lead them home. Though they were still a small kingdom, there was hope amongst them, and that would be what sustained them. He could see it in all of their faces, though some was buried beneath the bitterness of what had happened to them in the years prior. But it was there nonetheless, and that is what the gray king would cling to.
He smiled at her curiosity, though he wasn’t offended nor taken aback by it. Beqanna was full of oddities, and if she wasn’t native to the lands then it was only natural for her. Even some of the normal horses weren’t normal at all, instead possessing mind reading, or like his own daughter, telepathy. Furthermore, it wasn’t his gift to hoard. It had been given to him by the kingdom, and to be used by him for the kingdom. So he couldn’t tell her no, even if he’d been inclined to do so. Instead he continued smiling, though he closed his eyes in concentration. It didn’t take long, and soon there was a whitetail buck standing where once a gray stallion had been. His antlers were impressive and cloaked in velvet. His fur was a rich, mousey brown, with a white blanket beneath his throat. Large, liquid-brown eyes stood out on his fine face. “Becca, welcome to the Gates.” Though his form had changed, his voice was still the rich velvet baritone that it had always been. He turned his antlered head to the buckskin stallion, that same smile still on his mouth. “I assume you told her before hand what to expect.” he chuckled, rubbing his antlers against his foreleg. “Its natural to be curious. What I can do is mild compared to what others have up their sleeves.” he said, thinking of the raven queen of the Chamber, and of her fire wielders, and his own powerfully magical ancestors. “Some come by it natural, some gain them through the goodness of faeries, and others gain their traits from their loyalty to their kingdom.”
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