11-29-2020, 08:22 PM
Wishbone, she says, and Quell imagines the bleached bone with its three points. He’s seen an intact one only once (a leopard seal is not delicate in its consumption), but the fragile white bone is little like the black mare in front of him. He knows her name, and follows it with: “Sixth Queen of Nerine”, and a smile of fond reminiscence. His mother had not been lax with their education regardless of the freedom allowed by his father, and Quell and his siblings know much of the northern land’s history. He has never been to the iron grey shores of his mother’s tales, never walked on the rocky beaches his dam and granddams had ruled.
“My mother’s side of the family has lived in Nerine since the great Reckoning,” he explains as his bi-colored gaze looks back at the open field for a moment before returning to the black mare. “She, likes to pretend Nerine is still the great empire it was, my mother does.” They’d ceded leadership to the frozen island, Quell knows, and whomever their Kahleesi was this days now rules only the little heartland of the once great Nerenian empire. He had thought of asking his mother what she thought of this news that he’d gotten from a sapphire-scaled sibling, but the dragoness was nowhere to be found. He had not looked long; this would not be the first time the piebald vanished into the air.
He notices the shift in her tone, from indifference to mischief, and he watches the way it changes her golden face – makes it even brighter.
“An adventure?” He turns the word over as slowly as he does in his mind, examining the idea from a myriad of angles. “And have you found them often, when you seek them out?”
“My mother’s side of the family has lived in Nerine since the great Reckoning,” he explains as his bi-colored gaze looks back at the open field for a moment before returning to the black mare. “She, likes to pretend Nerine is still the great empire it was, my mother does.” They’d ceded leadership to the frozen island, Quell knows, and whomever their Kahleesi was this days now rules only the little heartland of the once great Nerenian empire. He had thought of asking his mother what she thought of this news that he’d gotten from a sapphire-scaled sibling, but the dragoness was nowhere to be found. He had not looked long; this would not be the first time the piebald vanished into the air.
He notices the shift in her tone, from indifference to mischief, and he watches the way it changes her golden face – makes it even brighter.
“An adventure?” He turns the word over as slowly as he does in his mind, examining the idea from a myriad of angles. “And have you found them often, when you seek them out?”