10-01-2015, 04:42 PM
Once (oh how that word rings bittersweet), once they were a haven for the weak and weary, for the war-torn refugees and for those of all shapes and sizes. Once they were a bastion of light, torches held high against the shadows of the night. Once upon a time, Morphine told her. The old mage’s words had seemed sad, at the time, and now Yael knows how she felt. Once she held the Kingdom’s gates open for everyone, as if she could gather them all within the vast reaches of her luminous wings and sing their fears away. Alas, for good is not always so straightforward and there are always too many to fight against. Once, she thinks. Once they had ideals. Once upon a time she had the luxury to be so naive. Once she wore the coronet, and once (and then again and again in her dreams) they died for her.
Once seems a thousand years ago, and yet as fresh as yesterday.
She nods solemnly to Eldrian, her eyes softening around the corners, where laugh lines once ran plentiful. “Ze Desert ees alvays open to t’ose xoo need eet. Come vit mee, you vill be safe for as long as you need to stay.” And then she turns and looks at the star-twins, chuckling. “Oh I raised treeplets ahnd ruled a keengdom at ze same time. Do not worry. Be as vild as you vant.” She winks, cinnamon colored eyes warm and twinkling. Yael turns and looks back into the interior of the Kingdom. It was a bit of a walk to the oasis, but there was a little underground spring hidden amongst the red rocks. With a twist of her head, she beckons the four of them to follow her, saying as she walked, “Een a couple of days, I’ll take you back, yes?”
Yes, that's a solid plan. Gaza can help, too.
Once seems a thousand years ago, and yet as fresh as yesterday.
She nods solemnly to Eldrian, her eyes softening around the corners, where laugh lines once ran plentiful. “Ze Desert ees alvays open to t’ose xoo need eet. Come vit mee, you vill be safe for as long as you need to stay.” And then she turns and looks at the star-twins, chuckling. “Oh I raised treeplets ahnd ruled a keengdom at ze same time. Do not worry. Be as vild as you vant.” She winks, cinnamon colored eyes warm and twinkling. Yael turns and looks back into the interior of the Kingdom. It was a bit of a walk to the oasis, but there was a little underground spring hidden amongst the red rocks. With a twist of her head, she beckons the four of them to follow her, saying as she walked, “Een a couple of days, I’ll take you back, yes?”
Yes, that's a solid plan. Gaza can help, too.
Yael, guardian of the desert