08-10-2016, 11:43 PM
Despoine
Freedom in her young mind meant simple bouts of independence which were few and far between. It was fleeting and it was exciting. Despoine wasn’t worldly enough to realize that one was never truly free. Responsibilities, familial ties, moral compasses, and kingdom politics were just a tiny sampling of things that tied a person down. Love and loss, humility and strife, plague and war – such things hadn’t yet tinged the girl’s impressionable mind. She still thoroughly enjoyed the simpler joys in life each and every day, unaware of just what the unforgiving world had in store for her future.
A taunting voice cuts through the air, interrupting her solitary exploration.
It beckons to her and the golden girl lifts curious eyes to those of the mysterious being before her. Perhaps her experience with weirder creatures (her moth-like father, snake-skinned mother, and various siblings) prevents her from the fear most others might experience. But she had no need to fear when she was deep into the heart of her Valley home.
“I’m sure they’re already aware,” she says resignedly.
Unfortunately, her little adventures were usually cut short right before she ever got to do anything truly exhilarating.
But this newcomer broke the usual pattern. Despoine edged closer and closer, immediately drawn in by his overwhelming aura. She noticed a damaged wing and nosed at it half-heartedly, not truly wishing to cause him great irritation or pain. She mentally compared his feathered wings to her father’s powdery scaled ones and vaguely wondered if there was a greater difference in strength when flying.
Despoine felt no fear in his presence, just simple awe. She had heard stories through both her parents about how one man with great power guarded her Valley home. The girl had never seen him in real life, but she knew him through the unguarded way she trampled through her home, the peaceful nights of slumber, and the bright innocence she had still retained in her youth.
“You’re the protector, aren’t you,” she questions him delightedly.
A taunting voice cuts through the air, interrupting her solitary exploration.
It beckons to her and the golden girl lifts curious eyes to those of the mysterious being before her. Perhaps her experience with weirder creatures (her moth-like father, snake-skinned mother, and various siblings) prevents her from the fear most others might experience. But she had no need to fear when she was deep into the heart of her Valley home.
“I’m sure they’re already aware,” she says resignedly.
Unfortunately, her little adventures were usually cut short right before she ever got to do anything truly exhilarating.
But this newcomer broke the usual pattern. Despoine edged closer and closer, immediately drawn in by his overwhelming aura. She noticed a damaged wing and nosed at it half-heartedly, not truly wishing to cause him great irritation or pain. She mentally compared his feathered wings to her father’s powdery scaled ones and vaguely wondered if there was a greater difference in strength when flying.
Despoine felt no fear in his presence, just simple awe. She had heard stories through both her parents about how one man with great power guarded her Valley home. The girl had never seen him in real life, but she knew him through the unguarded way she trampled through her home, the peaceful nights of slumber, and the bright innocence she had still retained in her youth.
“You’re the protector, aren’t you,” she questions him delightedly.