as the winds blow, so will I know...
He'd gone off after the meeting, preferring silence to company to mull things over. Make no mistake, he has no qualms with the change in leadership, despite his loyalty to Naga. The panther woman was family- always would be- and for Simeon, family is a big deal not to be easily set aside or downcast. However, unfortunately, Naga had not been completely accepted as queen, and she hadn't been able to prove herself to the stubborn powerful women of Nerine. He believes she may yet be able to rise once more, learn from her mistakes, come back stronger. She just might get another chance again, in the future. Simply, her time is not now. He is a little surprised and disappointed she had given up the crown so easily, but perhaps she had come to realize she wasn't ready. She had tried to be a friend first and a leader second, trying to please everyone. Sim understood this, being guilty of just such attempts. But it wasn't possible. And in a group of strong-willed, hard-headed women, pacifism was obviously not the way to go. He has faith in Naga, though, and the world is full of possibilities. For now, someone had to make a change here, and he believes Nayl to be worthy of just such a feat.
He followed what was becoming his daily ritual, roaming the entire land at a steady pace- an easy lope as he located his paths that carried him swiftly around so that he was able to see every corner and catch every scent. He did his best thinking while moving, and patrolling this way allowed him to maintain his athleticism. Even better, it helped stave off the restless tics he got from time to time, urging him to wander and roam. The coast has grown on him greatly, and he truly cannot imagine living anywhere else.
Completing his rounds at the shoreline was his greatest reward, enjoying the mists from the waves against rocks combined with the sea breeze gently caressing his face and toying with ebon locks. A light sheen of sweat covered him, giving his bay roan pelt a healthy gloss under the warmth of the sun. His gaze seeks out over the water, but his mind continues to travel. The new queen, with her contrasting coat and soft curves. Her bright amber eyes blazing in a refined face with sharp edges. Fierce and full of promise. One thing she had promised. He- and a few select others- would be allowed to stay. There seemed to be a catch when she had stated to the others, and he knew she would come to seek him out. He wondered what she would ask of him, what purpose she may require.
Fortunately, he didn't have long to wait. Her scent hits him first, a bittersweet fragrance that was hers and hers alone. Such intrigue she pulled from him, and his heart softly quickens as she approaches him from behind, his name passing through her lips. Such natural power this mare holds in her grasp, ensnaring the attention from whom she speaks. The same easy smile tugs the edges of his lips as he turns mismatched eyes to greet her. "Nayl, my Queen. It is a lovely day. Better now that you have joined me." Calm, smooth, full of truth. He doesn't necessarily mean it flirtatiously, although if she were to take it that way, he wouldn't deny her. Still, he is always the gentleman, keeping his gaze to her face as she so gracefully comes to stand beside him. Ah, but the crown does suit her, and she wears it well. As though she is made for it, and maybe she is.
Eyes capture the play of a grin crossing her lips, but then he forces them out to the ocean as she speaks. Unable to control it, his heart does that curious jumping again as she asks to know more about him. A soft chuckle escapes him, and he nods. "I suppose you're right. The same could go for you as well." It pleases him that she would be curious about him, and he wonders how much to tell her. Wonders how much she wishes to know. Of course the queen would seek to know her subjects, for a multitude of reasons. Know your people and you will know also yourself, a wise man once told him on his journeys. "What is it you wish to know?" Pondering for a moment, he decides to start with the basics. "I was born in the Jungle, raised there by my mother, Scorch. My father was Hestoni, riposino in pace, though I didn't meet him until I was grown. Did you know them?" His eyes glint with a touch of sadness at the mention of their names, but he shoves it aside as he returns his gaze to Nayl, genuinely curious to her answer.
He followed what was becoming his daily ritual, roaming the entire land at a steady pace- an easy lope as he located his paths that carried him swiftly around so that he was able to see every corner and catch every scent. He did his best thinking while moving, and patrolling this way allowed him to maintain his athleticism. Even better, it helped stave off the restless tics he got from time to time, urging him to wander and roam. The coast has grown on him greatly, and he truly cannot imagine living anywhere else.
Completing his rounds at the shoreline was his greatest reward, enjoying the mists from the waves against rocks combined with the sea breeze gently caressing his face and toying with ebon locks. A light sheen of sweat covered him, giving his bay roan pelt a healthy gloss under the warmth of the sun. His gaze seeks out over the water, but his mind continues to travel. The new queen, with her contrasting coat and soft curves. Her bright amber eyes blazing in a refined face with sharp edges. Fierce and full of promise. One thing she had promised. He- and a few select others- would be allowed to stay. There seemed to be a catch when she had stated to the others, and he knew she would come to seek him out. He wondered what she would ask of him, what purpose she may require.
Fortunately, he didn't have long to wait. Her scent hits him first, a bittersweet fragrance that was hers and hers alone. Such intrigue she pulled from him, and his heart softly quickens as she approaches him from behind, his name passing through her lips. Such natural power this mare holds in her grasp, ensnaring the attention from whom she speaks. The same easy smile tugs the edges of his lips as he turns mismatched eyes to greet her. "Nayl, my Queen. It is a lovely day. Better now that you have joined me." Calm, smooth, full of truth. He doesn't necessarily mean it flirtatiously, although if she were to take it that way, he wouldn't deny her. Still, he is always the gentleman, keeping his gaze to her face as she so gracefully comes to stand beside him. Ah, but the crown does suit her, and she wears it well. As though she is made for it, and maybe she is.
Eyes capture the play of a grin crossing her lips, but then he forces them out to the ocean as she speaks. Unable to control it, his heart does that curious jumping again as she asks to know more about him. A soft chuckle escapes him, and he nods. "I suppose you're right. The same could go for you as well." It pleases him that she would be curious about him, and he wonders how much to tell her. Wonders how much she wishes to know. Of course the queen would seek to know her subjects, for a multitude of reasons. Know your people and you will know also yourself, a wise man once told him on his journeys. "What is it you wish to know?" Pondering for a moment, he decides to start with the basics. "I was born in the Jungle, raised there by my mother, Scorch. My father was Hestoni, riposino in pace, though I didn't meet him until I was grown. Did you know them?" His eyes glint with a touch of sadness at the mention of their names, but he shoves it aside as he returns his gaze to Nayl, genuinely curious to her answer.
as the grasses grow, so will I go…
as far as the skies will take me nothing can break me…
as the winds blow
as far as the skies will take me nothing can break me…
as the winds blow
((Sooo sorry for the wait!))