01-23-2021, 10:33 PM
give my all to watch you fall
“Many? Well the Faeries had to give you something, I guess, and it clearly wasn’t modesty,” Titanya says, giving him a stern look before breaking and grinning back. It is nice, she thinks, nice that they can be here joking around and trading barbs when they had both wanted to tear each other’s throats out on the battlefield. Well, she had wanted to tear his throat out, anyway. It’s not likely that her younger competitor had been quite so savage as she. The last Alliance was vastly different than her most recent experience. She can’t imagine having any desire to see her sparring partners after the battles ended that time; it had been a different lifetime though, and she was not who she is today. Today, she sees the potential for her own growth by examining the past, whereas before, she thought she had to keep moving forward without looking back.
Standing on the riverbank with @[Nashua] is a sign of progress, and that is all she can expect of herself.
He confirms her suspicions that he is part of a kingdom with his declaration of gods and glory and all that crap. Titanya keeps her opinion to herself only out of the growing respect she has for the young stallion. The subtle tightening of her lips is the only outward signal of how she feels about loyalty and trust in one land rather than the surety of one’s own feet. “I didn’t know there was more than one island in Beqanna,” she says instead, an honest response at least. She knows of the tiny flecks of land (could they even be considered islands?) that are tossed around Ischia, but it surprising to hear that the water-borne people that she currently resides with are not the only islanders in their world. “Tell me about it, what is it like there?”
She relaxes as she settles deeper into their conversation. It’s not fighting, not drawing blood and breaking bones, but it’s a give and take all the same, she realizes. They are from two totally different times and backgrounds, but this one moment in time – the Alliance – brought them together and continues to impact them even now. Violence has always been her salvation, her safety, but if other perks can come from this pinnacle of battle, then perhaps she should welcome those too. Nashua asks about her unwavering devotion to the Plains and their blood-soaked arenas and she thinks long and hard before a sigh escapes her lips.
“For as long as I can remember, all I was good at was finding trouble. And you kind of have to learn to fight back when you are constantly, intentionally putting yourself in harm’s way.” She remembers the Bellringer’s quest then, feels the red eyes of War boring down on her and his teeth ripping away the flesh above her haunches, the raw power of those fights and the finality of her first death. The Alliance had been a breeze in comparison. “Until I win, I’m just as weak as anybody else.” Her amber eyes find his finally. “That is unacceptable to me.”
Standing on the riverbank with @[Nashua] is a sign of progress, and that is all she can expect of herself.
He confirms her suspicions that he is part of a kingdom with his declaration of gods and glory and all that crap. Titanya keeps her opinion to herself only out of the growing respect she has for the young stallion. The subtle tightening of her lips is the only outward signal of how she feels about loyalty and trust in one land rather than the surety of one’s own feet. “I didn’t know there was more than one island in Beqanna,” she says instead, an honest response at least. She knows of the tiny flecks of land (could they even be considered islands?) that are tossed around Ischia, but it surprising to hear that the water-borne people that she currently resides with are not the only islanders in their world. “Tell me about it, what is it like there?”
She relaxes as she settles deeper into their conversation. It’s not fighting, not drawing blood and breaking bones, but it’s a give and take all the same, she realizes. They are from two totally different times and backgrounds, but this one moment in time – the Alliance – brought them together and continues to impact them even now. Violence has always been her salvation, her safety, but if other perks can come from this pinnacle of battle, then perhaps she should welcome those too. Nashua asks about her unwavering devotion to the Plains and their blood-soaked arenas and she thinks long and hard before a sigh escapes her lips.
“For as long as I can remember, all I was good at was finding trouble. And you kind of have to learn to fight back when you are constantly, intentionally putting yourself in harm’s way.” She remembers the Bellringer’s quest then, feels the red eyes of War boring down on her and his teeth ripping away the flesh above her haunches, the raw power of those fights and the finality of her first death. The Alliance had been a breeze in comparison. “Until I win, I’m just as weak as anybody else.” Her amber eyes find his finally. “That is unacceptable to me.”
