She had known love, or some semblance of it. Scattered there amongst the stars, a filly disguised behind much older skin. At the time, his touch had been her everything and more. She had relished it, begged for it, reached through empty space and time to feel the molten silver of his flesh. But she had been mistaken. He hadn’t been love, but more a predator preying on a young girls foolish hopes and far-off dreams. As quickly as he had shown her the stars he had robbed them from her, leaving her breathless and wanting for something her child-like mind couldn’t process. Even now, despite the passage of years, she could still taste the bitterness of stardust on her tongue.
Despair did funny things though. Perhaps that was why she now harbored such a darkness in her breast.
She had done an immense amount of growing since her traipse in star fire, coming into her own with her eyes wide open. Though there were still glimpses of the gypsy soul she had once been, that hard largely been replaced with something much more cunning, possibly jaded. She had removed the rose colored glasses to see their world for what it really was. Her powers had been honed and she used them when needed, though never with the intentions to harm. At least, not the powers she had been born with. What the kingdom had blessed her with was an entirely different beast indeed.
Standing atop a small crest she watched the sunrise. It had never ceased to amaze her, the way the burning rays couldn’t quite penetrate the rolling fog. The sun fought a valiant battle to be sure, but there was something darker here that wouldn’t go down without a fight. Whether it was the over all heaviness of the fog, or something ancient, something bred from ancient magicians and bloodshed, she didn’t know. A contented sigh left her lips to mingle with the forlorn call of a far off wolf. But both sounds were soon eclipsed by a coarse whinny, one that begged for her attention immediately. Furrowing her brow she looked towards the border, allowing her eyes to shift to that of her Raptors and giving herself a much better view. Pressing her face into the wind she returned the call before throwing her body into motion. It didn’t take long, and soon she was approaching the gray stallion that stood somewhat impatiently at their borders. A quick glance at his mind told the queen lots of things, including his feelings for their newest captive. But she refrained from spilling the information, instead going for polite confusion. “Welcome to the Valley. Topsail.” she said, her soft voice pressing into the corners of his mind. “You’ll have to forgive that intrusion…the faeries thought it a fun joke to bless me with only this voice.” she apologized, dipping her head. With a small smile on her face she waited, eager to see just what the King of the Dale was doing on her borders.
topsail
even an army of sheep should be feared, if they are being led by the lion