FAMILIAR BREATH OF MY OLD LIES
CHANGED THE COLOR IN MY EYES
She's come, the sting of cold air permeates around the roan girl. The cool touch of winter's frost ices the Gates greenery. Wichita, however dark her pelt might be, radiated light, warmth, love. Love for most things, except herself. That was something she still had not overcome but she was adapting, accepting. And though some might call her captive, the silver dappled mare could not impose hostility to the icy female.
No, she had no intentions of prison life for her victory. As far as Wichita was concerned the girl would be treated as a guest for her stay, and the diplomat in her would see to that. She would still conduct herself as a lady, regardless of what might be expected of her. Yes, the Chamber had committed an unspeakable crime against them, but this girl-she was not the Chamber.
With a small, unsure smile, the Gates adept greets the young female. "Hey there sug, sorry 'bout all this. Really am, ain't nothin' against ya personally." The flaxen haired woman tries to ease the whole captive issue, really, she meant no harm. "Wayra right? I'm Wichita, don't know 'bout you, but it's nice ta meet ya, nice ta have ya here." She was really doing her best to give the snowy girl a warm welcome, her gold rimmed eyes falling to the girls feet. "Hey, that's a pretty nifty trick." She praises lightly, chocolate eyes admiring the light reflecting crystals that spread across the spring grass.
Of magic, the silvered mare knew very little. The only magician she had ever met had been missing for months now, his absence putting a great weight on the little kingdom. At this point she wasn't sure Jason was ever going to return home, wherever he might be. Heaven had grown rather lonely, a somber place for the outcasts of Beqanna. A catch-all for the broken, misunderstood, or unaccepted. Their tree, burnt up, poisoned and struggling to heal. The garden was sprouting again, but who knew what would grow from the spoiled soil. To top it all off, their Queen was abducted, and they were all shamed-like it or not.
The steal, though a small and perhaps insignificant triumph- meant a great deal to the little mare. She wasn't entirely useless and now she had proof of that. She had been uncharacteristically bold to make the attempt in the first place, but it was worth it.