the secret of our world is written in the stars
The cherry trees intermingle with the wisterias in their full bloom, brilliant and bold colors of pink and reds and purples igniting the evergreen backdrop of the mountains with an explosion of color. Cherry blossoms float lazily on the current of wind that spirals down towards the lake, spinning and twirling like a soft pink snow. The wind of spring is sweet as it cascades through Hyaline, rippling the surface of the lake like crinkled glass. Beneath the crystal waters silver fish dart through the stillness, their lips breaching the surface to grab at the few cherry blossoms that have fallen there.
Svedka (once boy and now nearly man) meanders through Hyaline, unfamiliar with the land but exuding confidence as he moves to join them, his bright gaze planted firmly on his sister. He’s found that the landscape intrigues him, especially the pristine lake with its clear, never ending depths.
He knows that his presence here will surprise her - coming when called, participating in the shift of power from one to another. A small smile graces the pale ivory of his lips, his brilliant blue gaze following hers as she glances to the skies, knowing that her heart hoped that father would be floating through the breeze, a watchful eye and a calming source for his sweet sister. Svedka, however, is glad to search the empty blue skies.
His curiosity propels him into the group, drawing up beside a young buckskin. Amet is the center, his golden scales glittering handsomely in the springtime sun - he wonders if the scaled-king would recognize him in the midst of the other residents, an ivory and pale gold clad stallion with streaks of indigo in the stark white of his mane and tail. Behind his ear a single feather twirls gently in the wind, a gift bestowed on him at his birth and that has locked itself into his very being. He gives Amet a slight nod of his head, blue-tinged forelock cascading into his vision.
The young palomino listens intently to the scaled stallion of the golden sun - a dreamer, a young mind. There are unfamiliar faces around him, and one he is given a name (Keeper, a gentle looking mare with a wild, robust look about her that intrigues him) but he only watches Solace. A single ear flips to the deep golden stallion beside him, tinged with the evergreen color of the mountains that surround them. “Queen Solace”. His eyes flicker to Solace, warmth welling up in his chest as pride overflows. Svedka has never been one to understand or to revel in a title, but in this moment he watches with an endearing smile as his gentle sister beams beneath it, wearing it proudly and gracefully. As if agreeing with Corvus, the pale golden stallion dips his head to his sister, a silent congratulation.
The strength in her voice surprises him, regal and dignified as she addresses the residents of her new reign, a stunning smirk on the angles of his youthful face. She has made a name for herself - she has done all she has said she will do, and her brother could not be more proud of the tri-colored mare.
“My loyalty to you will be as unwavering as the stars, Solace.”
Truer words have never been spoken from his lips.
Svedka
@[Solace]