04-19-2018, 04:44 PM
kagerus
as dreams are to the sleeper, so am I to you
With the alliance underway, I've been thinking more and more of what Brennen had to say when he came to visit nearly two years ago. The strategies he offered, his recommendations for winning; I analyze and reanalyze his words, mocking often with dreamt-up opponents and coming back into the real world with the wounds they leave behind. But the bruises and bites and blood is a small price to pay to be ready for each new round - I am sure that Brennen understands this.
It is a wings-day for me, and I glide around Hyaline, scouring the earth for signs of my queen so that I might invite her up to the clouds for some private frolicking. I can almost taste the sweat of her next to me as the mountain rolls by beneath me, and my heart skips a beat at the thought of her laughter dancing in the wind. A little nicker comes from me hopefully, though I know that no one could possibly hear me at this height; but I am wanting, needing, and in the privacy of the sky, I can't help but voice that.
A happy grin splits my lips when I spot the mare I've been seeking, but the expression falters and fails when I see exactly who she is approaching. Not that I'm unhappy to be seeing Brennen again, and whoever he's brought in tow; but it's not exactly what I'd had in mind for the afternoon. Swallowing the desire I feel for Solace and adjusting the mask I wear during political encounters, I swoop down on onyx wings to land close by.
As I trot to close the distance between us, I catch the tail end of Solace's greeting. Thinking to touch on that myself, I slow to a halt next to my queen and press an affectionate kiss to the underside of her jaw before turning to the stallion's hailing from Ischia; as my wing brushes against hers, I dare either of them to make a statement about how close the queen and her general are. Or, how close I think we are, anyway.
"Good to see you again Brennen," comes my lyrical tone, a smile drifting to the dark shade of my lips. My eyes turn to the other stallion, and I dip my head to him politely before continuing. "Times have changed since you last arrived, haven't they." My mind's eye goes to Nerine and it's demon, to Sylva and it's evil, to Loess and it's usurper. "The peace is finally breaking."
My weight shifts into a hip, and I shuffle my wings absently. "I hope the Alliance is going well for you as well."
It is a wings-day for me, and I glide around Hyaline, scouring the earth for signs of my queen so that I might invite her up to the clouds for some private frolicking. I can almost taste the sweat of her next to me as the mountain rolls by beneath me, and my heart skips a beat at the thought of her laughter dancing in the wind. A little nicker comes from me hopefully, though I know that no one could possibly hear me at this height; but I am wanting, needing, and in the privacy of the sky, I can't help but voice that.
A happy grin splits my lips when I spot the mare I've been seeking, but the expression falters and fails when I see exactly who she is approaching. Not that I'm unhappy to be seeing Brennen again, and whoever he's brought in tow; but it's not exactly what I'd had in mind for the afternoon. Swallowing the desire I feel for Solace and adjusting the mask I wear during political encounters, I swoop down on onyx wings to land close by.
As I trot to close the distance between us, I catch the tail end of Solace's greeting. Thinking to touch on that myself, I slow to a halt next to my queen and press an affectionate kiss to the underside of her jaw before turning to the stallion's hailing from Ischia; as my wing brushes against hers, I dare either of them to make a statement about how close the queen and her general are. Or, how close I think we are, anyway.
"Good to see you again Brennen," comes my lyrical tone, a smile drifting to the dark shade of my lips. My eyes turn to the other stallion, and I dip my head to him politely before continuing. "Times have changed since you last arrived, haven't they." My mind's eye goes to Nerine and it's demon, to Sylva and it's evil, to Loess and it's usurper. "The peace is finally breaking."
My weight shifts into a hip, and I shuffle my wings absently. "I hope the Alliance is going well for you as well."
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