Soliel seems agreeable to his admittedly spur-of-the-moment plan. He’s already thinking of where to take her once she agrees, from the bigger landmarks like the eastern foothills that rise up into the mountains, to the smaller ones, like the cluster of ancient oaks towards the south. “I hope it will,” he says, smiling easily at the girl. If anything, he has his hope. He only wonders if she is just as hopeful, or if she’s masking the pain she really feels. Losing one’s memories can’t be easy, after all. Forgetting your past – the faces and places you’ve met and seen – is like forgetting all the aspects you’re made up of. An unbidden thought occurs to him then, that her past had been so dark that she’s blocked it out to protect herself…
He doesn’t share this thought with her, but it does make him wonder. In digging deeper into the mystery of her Before-life, will they dredge up skeletons she doesn’t want to recover?
The Dale is a quiet, peaceful place, though, and that gives him some measure of solace. Nothing in their most recent past would suggest a sordid history of the snow-colored mare. There had been Lea’s murder…but that was surely before this young woman’s time, right? Ramiel notices the fear in her eyes, the way she can no longer meet his gaze, even as she agrees to his plan. It makes him think all the more that maybe things aren’t as rosy as they appear. He’s seen hell and all its ghosts, though. Whatever Soliel faces on her road to recovery, he’s not afraid to stand beside her and take it on. Something about the rather petite horse makes him protective in almost the same way that Graveling does. He’d brought them both back to the mountain-land, and he thinks perhaps it’s this responsibility that weighs on him, that makes him want to be more careful with his own actions – to make sure he’s around to keep them safe.
The grey doesn’t see the way her face drops when he pulls away. He’s already looking out across his home with more focus then he usually has, wondering where best to start the tour. Once she’s rested, of course. For now, it’s enough for them to talk and get to know each other better. Ramiel hears her question and turns back to her, his golden eyes soft. “My mother, Talulah. My father, Tiphon.” Although their presence is less and less each day. He wonders if they are planning on leaving or if they simply have more confidence in his ability to rule. But Soliel likely doesn’t need to hear his own burdens just yet. He swallows and continues on. “Elysteria, Weir, Isetnofret.” As he lists them, he realizes how small the list is – how easy the few names come to him. “As well as some foals and Ea, our traded princess from the Jungle” She’s more than just a trade, of course. But perhaps the explanation will spark another half-memory in Soliel. He touches her shoulder gently. ”Do you have any names you can remember?”
Ramiel
ghost king of the dale