See right through my walls / Gedrinth, any

[Kagerus]

kagerus

and in my dreams, i kissed your lips a thousand times

=Winter has hit more than hard, but we are already halfway through it's mighty cold. For a queen consort, I am appearing rather shaggy these days, the thick fur atop my skin looking a little out of place against my refined Arabian bone structure. But it's not a big deal, or even a deal at all; I'm not worried about my appearance, but rather about my duties.

I am making my way towards the south of the kingdom, intent on finding a recruit to bring home, when a whinny rings out across the sparkling white hills. Ilma. My ears perk curiously towards her, wondering who she is looking for today; she's been out a little more as the months pass, becoming more and more like her old self. I never expect her to be more than what she is every day though; as the one who held her sopping body that day after the Incident, I expect nothing of her. Any part of her that she is willing to share is a gift.

We've been through some things together, her and I. Somehow, pregnancies are always involved - damn the men.

When a second whinny echoes the first in a tone I do not recognize, I make up my mind and swivel my path. Feeling light-hearted and frisky (a particular queen's loving embrace not far from my memory), I gallop across the small hills, feeling the cool wind pull through the long strands of my mane and tail. Grinning despite my usual stoicism, I can't help but feel as if everything will be okay now: even if it really, really won't be.

Upon spotting the pair (the new one first, considering her darker complexion), I pull up to a canter and then to a full halt before them, snorting and huffing from my run. Vapours rise in tufts from my flared nostrils, and an easy smile colours my expression. "Hello!" I venture, stepping to Ilma and nuzzle her cheek affectionately before pivoting to extend my nose for an exchange of breath with the new comer. "I am Kagerus, welcome to Hyaline."

@[Ilma]