I had watched the ebony girl and her son enter the Chamber's border. I had watched, with hawk like eyes, because I had spotted something shift in the shadows, in the boughs of the trees. A strange colour, it reminded me of my own failed appearance when I had left that strange world. A dream, it had been a vivid dream (and I had not slept since.) yet the dream had tainted me with it's soiled mark. Black mane with streaks of red, a deep burgundy bodice. Now, those colours have near enough faded, but what stays is the stark viridian green army man on my ribcage. A reminder of something, something important. I just haven't found that out yet.
My sapphire gems watch the stranger lurk his way near, and only when he stops and weaves debonair introductions do I realise who it is. The Prince, the Lord Erebor. I listen for a few passing moments. My shadowy nook proving a well secluded spot, where I can remain unseen and yet hear all. I cock an ear as BrokenStar calls me by some other name. The Sunset Mare. A crooked smirk piques my lips and I choose then to step out from the swath of darkness and gleam in the slithers of light.
My walk is purposeful, each long, willowy thing swallowing the earth in a few steps, before I descend upon the trio. My eyes shifting from the small inky colt to the mare and then finally to the newly painted Erebor. 'A rainbow, perhaps. But it does suit.' I snort, a flutter of golden tipped ears turn towards the Lord Prince. Ad debonair twist of a smile softens my lips. I must find him at some point afterwards, ask what had happened and if, if in some strange dimension I had been involved. Still the twists of black and red streak small slithers of my cream mane and tail, and the burgundy touches my shoulders and points like bloody scrawls. Perhaps he can shed light on what had happened. And why, why I have the addition of something almost personal on my ribcage.
'Welcome, BrokenStar, Chaos. I see you have met our Lord Prince Erebor.' I pause her, idling upon the mare. She had mentioned life before, how she had been abandoned, dropped like a worthless little doll, but with a burden at her side. My blue eyes settled back on the colt and my smile tried to soften, but turned far more haunting than intended. 'Plenty of spots for a young one to explore.'
I turn back to the mare, after Erebor asks if he could pry into her tale; like turning the pages of a well worn book. Careful and tentative fingers searching for the words he needed see. I was diplomatic, but perhaps my disdain for careless brutes did not go unchecked. The Chamber was different, the men here were admirable. Erebor, suave as a knife. Killdare, as shrewd and purposeful as a raven. I had yet to meet the others, but would hazard a guess, they were the same. The Chamber attracted strengths, and was on the upward because of that.
'Men can be ridiculously cruel. You will not find that here, BrokenStar. The Chamber has many admirable men, it certainly opened my eyes to what monsters I had known.' I laugh then, a discord of bubbling hate, marred by nothing but a pretty smile. I turned to Erebor and rolled my shoulders in an elegant yet smooth way. perhaps a shrug, intending to not have been too sexist. After all, females were worse. deceptive spell weavers at their best. I turned my attention back to the new arrival and her son. 'The Chamber will not desert you. Think of it as a close knit group of life-minded individuals.' the name was upon my tongue, bittersweet like poison, yet I refused to say it. Friends. Friends could stab you in the back when you turn to smell the ugly roses of betrayal. No, the residents here were far more than friends, they were companions of a sort. 'I would like to say, that both you and young Chaos will be save here. Perhaps that is too much of a bold statement, talking for us all. But there is a quaint knowing, that we look after our own...' for the good of the chamber.
