04-17-2018, 05:50 PM
the secret of our world is written in the stars
He is called and he comes willingly - not because there is a sense of duty, but that the stallion is eager to know why they are meeting on the night’s wind, as well as to see Kagerus’ face once again. She had given away nothing to him that late afternoon beneath his willow - she is still twisted up and a foreign thing to him, which feeds his curiosity all the more. She is quick with her invitation, and upon seeing her, he wonders where their night stroll may end up. But he quickly realizes that there are others here, others invited, and his eyebrows quirk expressively as Solace joins them beneath the summer’s moon, as well as the pale and beautiful angel Ilma. He smiles at Ilma, broad and handsome, simply exhilarated to see her again.
He is not sure where he stands when it comes to Kagerus, but the fact that she invited him amidst the others - obviously there is a sense of admiration towards him, otherwise she would have keenly forgotten to bring him along. Afterall, he is just the Heart; he has no say on political matters, and thus isn’t truly needed this night. He wonders if she’s brought him along for any other sort of reason.
A buffer, maybe?
He snorts softly as she begins to speak, feeling the familiar press of Solace at his side. He normally would reach for her in a silent greeting - a soft and innocent kiss to her neck, or a tug at her mane, or even a flip of his tail against her flank - but Kagerus’ tone distracts him, and instead he shifts his weight and settles in beside her, his blue eyes unwavering on Kagerus despite her wandering gaze between the trio.
Eccentric? Svedka cannot help the twinge of a smile on his pale lips - it is all he has known, that night beneath the willow. Is there something else that she is besides the woman who has left a sore on his withers? The thought causes him to shift his gaze to Solace, wondering if she has already seen the mark beneath his ivory and blue mane. He glances at hers from Castile, for a moment his eyes heavy, before turning back to Kagerus. He has done so sharply, with a thrust of his head upwards and a surprised snort. He knows nothing of her supposing to be dead, but the other two seem rather familiar with the idea so he simply tosses his head and listens to her as she continues. As she speaks, their night beneath the willow begins to unravel before him, making much more sense to him now than it had when he was running off adrenaline and desire.
She speaks of demons and dreams, of death and of birth, and Svedka’s mind swims with his own thoughts. The cheeriness he once harbored for a late night meeting now seems to flicker and fade, replaced with a seriousness that is seldom seen on his handsome face. Though kingdom politics are no place for his wild-spirit, the world of dreams and devils and nightmares and angels are familiar and serious.
His sister speaks, and an ear trains on her while his gaze continues to rest on Kagerus. He bores into her with a steady stare, his cerulean gaze slowly blinking. The only thing that tears his focus from hers is when Solace mentions a man - who now rules Loess - coming to her with plans of an alliance. Svedka’s ears pin against his neck, his distaste obvious as he quickly passes judgment on the one called Arthas. The stallion did not enjoy Solace being alone with any strange men as of late, but the overprotection would only anger her and only shows it by the twitching of his lips. Is he an usurper, perhaps? Taking advantage of a quiet land with a child as their leader?
This, coupled with Kagerus’ information as well as what Lamb has told them, brings a tightening in Svedka’s chest. The tides are changing (he glances up at the moon at the thought, then back down to them), and though diplomacy and battle are not things he grew up dreaming about - he worries for his sister (and Kagerus, and Ilma, and Lavendel), realizing that he might have to do more than Solace originally intended for his position; not that she would ever ask it of him.
Ilma, thankfully, has no more to add to the pot that is already brewing. Instead, she focuses in on Hyaline and what they should do, and though Svedka has had nothing to interject with so far, the white beauty mentioning Tephra causes him to lift his head. He had not thought about his homeland in a long while. He suddenly thinks of Tangerine, his mother the seer, but keeps that thought to himself. “Tephra will continue to be loyal through the storm,” he murmurs, knowing his father and the steps that the Overseer would take to ensure that Hyaline would be a priority over all - with both of his firstborn children residing there. “Ischia, however...I will go with Ilma, if needed. No one should go anywhere alone.”
He is not sure where he stands when it comes to Kagerus, but the fact that she invited him amidst the others - obviously there is a sense of admiration towards him, otherwise she would have keenly forgotten to bring him along. Afterall, he is just the Heart; he has no say on political matters, and thus isn’t truly needed this night. He wonders if she’s brought him along for any other sort of reason.
A buffer, maybe?
He snorts softly as she begins to speak, feeling the familiar press of Solace at his side. He normally would reach for her in a silent greeting - a soft and innocent kiss to her neck, or a tug at her mane, or even a flip of his tail against her flank - but Kagerus’ tone distracts him, and instead he shifts his weight and settles in beside her, his blue eyes unwavering on Kagerus despite her wandering gaze between the trio.
Eccentric? Svedka cannot help the twinge of a smile on his pale lips - it is all he has known, that night beneath the willow. Is there something else that she is besides the woman who has left a sore on his withers? The thought causes him to shift his gaze to Solace, wondering if she has already seen the mark beneath his ivory and blue mane. He glances at hers from Castile, for a moment his eyes heavy, before turning back to Kagerus. He has done so sharply, with a thrust of his head upwards and a surprised snort. He knows nothing of her supposing to be dead, but the other two seem rather familiar with the idea so he simply tosses his head and listens to her as she continues. As she speaks, their night beneath the willow begins to unravel before him, making much more sense to him now than it had when he was running off adrenaline and desire.
She speaks of demons and dreams, of death and of birth, and Svedka’s mind swims with his own thoughts. The cheeriness he once harbored for a late night meeting now seems to flicker and fade, replaced with a seriousness that is seldom seen on his handsome face. Though kingdom politics are no place for his wild-spirit, the world of dreams and devils and nightmares and angels are familiar and serious.
His sister speaks, and an ear trains on her while his gaze continues to rest on Kagerus. He bores into her with a steady stare, his cerulean gaze slowly blinking. The only thing that tears his focus from hers is when Solace mentions a man - who now rules Loess - coming to her with plans of an alliance. Svedka’s ears pin against his neck, his distaste obvious as he quickly passes judgment on the one called Arthas. The stallion did not enjoy Solace being alone with any strange men as of late, but the overprotection would only anger her and only shows it by the twitching of his lips. Is he an usurper, perhaps? Taking advantage of a quiet land with a child as their leader?
This, coupled with Kagerus’ information as well as what Lamb has told them, brings a tightening in Svedka’s chest. The tides are changing (he glances up at the moon at the thought, then back down to them), and though diplomacy and battle are not things he grew up dreaming about - he worries for his sister (and Kagerus, and Ilma, and Lavendel), realizing that he might have to do more than Solace originally intended for his position; not that she would ever ask it of him.
Ilma, thankfully, has no more to add to the pot that is already brewing. Instead, she focuses in on Hyaline and what they should do, and though Svedka has had nothing to interject with so far, the white beauty mentioning Tephra causes him to lift his head. He had not thought about his homeland in a long while. He suddenly thinks of Tangerine, his mother the seer, but keeps that thought to himself. “Tephra will continue to be loyal through the storm,” he murmurs, knowing his father and the steps that the Overseer would take to ensure that Hyaline would be a priority over all - with both of his firstborn children residing there. “Ischia, however...I will go with Ilma, if needed. No one should go anywhere alone.”
(be my escape)
Svedka
i....i couldn't stop.
enjoy your novel, friends.