05-20-2021, 06:31 PM
a bright and dangerous spark
Cheri heard the call, knew who it was, and lingered in her covey far after dawn had risen over Loess. For the first time in forever, the young diplomat felt a spear of anxiety lancing her through the heart at what awaited them on the border, and she longed to remain a little while longer in the softness of a dream world concocted by herself and her friend-turned-lover, Targaryen. Things were changing for her; Cheri was fully a mare now (in the way that mares come to understand themselves through another horse’s touch), and she was hesitant to relinquish that hazy sort of feeling for a harsher reality outside. She looked out at the world bleeding color and thought, “Just a few more minutes.” Right as the bird from Oceane came swooping down to pry her out from her hiding place.
A summons from the Pampas Prince was easily ignored. A summons from her Queen and commander was not. She unfurled her wings in the dewey light of a new day and turned, kissing her paramore softly on his cheek, before taking off into the sky.
The going was slow. Her wings felt heavier than usual, incapable or unwilling to carry her as high as Cheri was used to. She coasted low over the scrub and rolling flatlands, then landed with a light sheen of sweat covering her black fur to navigate the canyons that were becoming more and more familiar each time she traversed them. By the time her journey brought her south, a light dusting of pale sand coated her limbs and clung to her underbelly like a strange-looking marking. She had just enough time to sort out her wings and shake any unruliness from her mane before the redrock hills gave way to the scene of four horses gathered together at Loess’ borders.
Of course her eyes were drawn to the darkest speck among them. Obscene, standing as proud and tall as ever, looked marked and different from the last time Cheri had seen him. He was also accompanied by a diplomat of his own which surprised Cheri, considering the last time she’d been in the Pampas it’d been quiet enough to hear a fly buzz. Lady Oceane stood regal and captivating opposite the two, flanked on one side by the palomino Ledger. She joined them all quickly and quietly, settling alongside Oceane’s empty flank to complete the picture.
Her gaze flicked quickly across the Prince of the meadows and his companion, though her expression remained pleasant as ever - complete with an appropriately charming smile. Obscene looked good; the black stallion had altered his appearance and he seemed sure of himself in a way that twisted Cheri’s stomach for a second. His ears were much longer, his skin tainted by golden streaks. The mare alongside him looked dwarfed by her company, though she and Cheri seemed of similar height to one another. “It must’ve been her voice.” The southern diplomat remembered, wondering why a call from the Pampas had been trilling and high-pitched.
“Lady Oceane, Ledger.” The crystalline mare deferred to her counterpart and Queen with a half-bent nod, and then - as an afterthought - she murmured, “Obscene.”
A summons from the Pampas Prince was easily ignored. A summons from her Queen and commander was not. She unfurled her wings in the dewey light of a new day and turned, kissing her paramore softly on his cheek, before taking off into the sky.
The going was slow. Her wings felt heavier than usual, incapable or unwilling to carry her as high as Cheri was used to. She coasted low over the scrub and rolling flatlands, then landed with a light sheen of sweat covering her black fur to navigate the canyons that were becoming more and more familiar each time she traversed them. By the time her journey brought her south, a light dusting of pale sand coated her limbs and clung to her underbelly like a strange-looking marking. She had just enough time to sort out her wings and shake any unruliness from her mane before the redrock hills gave way to the scene of four horses gathered together at Loess’ borders.
Of course her eyes were drawn to the darkest speck among them. Obscene, standing as proud and tall as ever, looked marked and different from the last time Cheri had seen him. He was also accompanied by a diplomat of his own which surprised Cheri, considering the last time she’d been in the Pampas it’d been quiet enough to hear a fly buzz. Lady Oceane stood regal and captivating opposite the two, flanked on one side by the palomino Ledger. She joined them all quickly and quietly, settling alongside Oceane’s empty flank to complete the picture.
Her gaze flicked quickly across the Prince of the meadows and his companion, though her expression remained pleasant as ever - complete with an appropriately charming smile. Obscene looked good; the black stallion had altered his appearance and he seemed sure of himself in a way that twisted Cheri’s stomach for a second. His ears were much longer, his skin tainted by golden streaks. The mare alongside him looked dwarfed by her company, though she and Cheri seemed of similar height to one another. “It must’ve been her voice.” The southern diplomat remembered, wondering why a call from the Pampas had been trilling and high-pitched.
“Lady Oceane, Ledger.” The crystalline mare deferred to her counterpart and Queen with a half-bent nod, and then - as an afterthought - she murmured, “Obscene.”
@[Obscene]
@[Aela]
@[Oceane]