08-16-2015, 07:37 PM
Another night owl. Perhaps there were more of them that wandered through the darker world than she realized. She gives the flaxen stallion (he reminds her a bit of Mikhael, her first born, who is also a wanderer) a smile, but does not pause in the conversation.
“Many of us xaf. B’kanna is a land of foreegners and old bloodlines, but everyvone xas an ancestor xoo vas new at some time.” Many years ago, she would have have lost herself in the memories of the past, reliving the fire and the near-death experiences, and her first months in a new land where she couldn’t speak the language. That trauma was replaced by something else - heartache - and everything else seems to pale in comparison to the loss of Vanquish. The war had not brought her to her knees. Neither Nocturnal or Morphine’s deaths (or her little Aviva’s) had thrown her into the magician’s sleep. That giant dragon of a stallion left a massive hole in her body and soul. They had made a King and Queen out of themselves - they, who had no blood connection, nothing but their own will power and their personalities - rose to the top.
She chuckles, a tinkling sort of sound in the back of her throat. “You ahr een ze right place. T’at ees exactly vat ve ahr xere to do - offer you a xome. I leev een ze Desert, vhere I am ze Ambassador and ze Advisor to two lovely Keens, Camrynn and Pevensie. Eet ees a very safe place to leev, vit many opportunities for growt in ze ranks. ” She leaves out the part where it is safe because they have two magicians. Most won’t try to mess with one. With two, the only one that could test them would be the Chamber. Some might call the sands dull, with their guise of peace and prosperity, but there were many open positions, and Yael was eager to try and start to fill them again.
They were unabashed recruiters, shamelessly promoting their own kingdoms. Constantly in competition with each other.
“Many of us xaf. B’kanna is a land of foreegners and old bloodlines, but everyvone xas an ancestor xoo vas new at some time.” Many years ago, she would have have lost herself in the memories of the past, reliving the fire and the near-death experiences, and her first months in a new land where she couldn’t speak the language. That trauma was replaced by something else - heartache - and everything else seems to pale in comparison to the loss of Vanquish. The war had not brought her to her knees. Neither Nocturnal or Morphine’s deaths (or her little Aviva’s) had thrown her into the magician’s sleep. That giant dragon of a stallion left a massive hole in her body and soul. They had made a King and Queen out of themselves - they, who had no blood connection, nothing but their own will power and their personalities - rose to the top.
She chuckles, a tinkling sort of sound in the back of her throat. “You ahr een ze right place. T’at ees exactly vat ve ahr xere to do - offer you a xome. I leev een ze Desert, vhere I am ze Ambassador and ze Advisor to two lovely Keens, Camrynn and Pevensie. Eet ees a very safe place to leev, vit many opportunities for growt in ze ranks. ” She leaves out the part where it is safe because they have two magicians. Most won’t try to mess with one. With two, the only one that could test them would be the Chamber. Some might call the sands dull, with their guise of peace and prosperity, but there were many open positions, and Yael was eager to try and start to fill them again.
They were unabashed recruiters, shamelessly promoting their own kingdoms. Constantly in competition with each other.
Yael, guardian of the desert