03-07-2022, 01:25 PM
If the circumstances were different, if it’d just been Obscene and Aela taking charge here, Cheri wouldn’t dare to fall in step behind the steelheaded southern Prince. She’d been Queen, once… and she’d never taken Aela as a back row sort of mare. It did feel a little odd to watch the switch being turned on by Obscene; he masterfully discarded the cool, even-tempered stallion she’d come to know and replaced him with the sneering, red-eyed tyrant who had made a name for himself out of nothing. It shouldn’t surprise Cheri by now, but it still does - just a little bit.
She checked herself, recalling the entire midsummer festival held in honor of the sun returning to power, and remembered her father being crowned with every name of importance there to watch.
How could she be hypocritical? This fanfare with the carpets of flowerbeds and the dark Fae being flanked by goddess-like creatures, it wasn’t so ostentatious, was it? To her reasoning, the entire ordeal seemed small when compared to the way Leilan turned Icicle Isle into a playground for visitors. And besides: there was essentially no one here to witness their coming.
Not the rumored leader who’d taken her twin brother, Reynard’s, assumed place as Guardian. Not her other siblings, or cousins, or even the desired appearance of another challenger to keep things interesting. No one came; no one except Oren.
His confused regards (a simple “hi”) bring a rather wry sort of grin to Cheri’s face, prompting her to study the golden markings, the line of vicious-looking spikes along his back, and the finer details of his height, weight, and facial structure. Recognition itched at the back of her skull, irritating her, until at last the answer revealed itself.
“Your sister was the little gardener, wasn’t she? Roselin, if I remember correctly.” Cheri murmured, recalling the way Oren and his twin had looked when they were just spindly-legged foals. Age and good bloodlines had done their work in the time between, however; Oren was nearly a mature stallion.
All of this she said aloud, mostly for the benefit of Obscene. Aela’s reaction she couldn’t guess. Perhaps the gold-striped mare was of a similar mind, or perhaps not, when it came to their shared relations. Cheri wasn’t shy to claim them. Any horse could be a potential benefit to them right now, and if Oren was interested enough to stick around through the slumbering months of Taiga’s activity, then perhaps he’d be interested in staying around a little longer.
There wasn’t any harm in trying, she thought.
@Oren @Obscene @Aela
She checked herself, recalling the entire midsummer festival held in honor of the sun returning to power, and remembered her father being crowned with every name of importance there to watch.
How could she be hypocritical? This fanfare with the carpets of flowerbeds and the dark Fae being flanked by goddess-like creatures, it wasn’t so ostentatious, was it? To her reasoning, the entire ordeal seemed small when compared to the way Leilan turned Icicle Isle into a playground for visitors. And besides: there was essentially no one here to witness their coming.
Not the rumored leader who’d taken her twin brother, Reynard’s, assumed place as Guardian. Not her other siblings, or cousins, or even the desired appearance of another challenger to keep things interesting. No one came; no one except Oren.
His confused regards (a simple “hi”) bring a rather wry sort of grin to Cheri’s face, prompting her to study the golden markings, the line of vicious-looking spikes along his back, and the finer details of his height, weight, and facial structure. Recognition itched at the back of her skull, irritating her, until at last the answer revealed itself.
“Your sister was the little gardener, wasn’t she? Roselin, if I remember correctly.” Cheri murmured, recalling the way Oren and his twin had looked when they were just spindly-legged foals. Age and good bloodlines had done their work in the time between, however; Oren was nearly a mature stallion.
All of this she said aloud, mostly for the benefit of Obscene. Aela’s reaction she couldn’t guess. Perhaps the gold-striped mare was of a similar mind, or perhaps not, when it came to their shared relations. Cheri wasn’t shy to claim them. Any horse could be a potential benefit to them right now, and if Oren was interested enough to stick around through the slumbering months of Taiga’s activity, then perhaps he’d be interested in staying around a little longer.
There wasn’t any harm in trying, she thought.
@Oren @Obscene @Aela