07-23-2015, 03:02 PM
drink the poision lightly
there are deeper and darker things than you
When one does not sleep, their nerves become edgy. One snap of a twig alerts already tuned ears, one rustle in the bushes and eyes draw up and penetrate the dark. I try and tell myself this, every night. When the dawn breaks and the tiredness bruises my hollowed eyes, I tell myself it is for the Chamber, I tell myself I guard the borders, I protect it at the cost of sleep. But then in the height of the sun at noon, I feel the pressure of sleep burden me, and I still refrain from falling beneath the spell of the sandman.
I see her, more certainly the raven feathers that merge with the darkness. Rather fitting for the Queen. the Queen of shadows, the queen of ravens. A smirk taints my dry lips, and my salmon tongue coats them momentarily. Sapphire eyes drawing up to meet her. 'Good Evening, Straia.' As long as I have wandered the borders at night, I have heard her raven's call, had heard the bristle of the undergrowth, but not seen her as much. she is a lady nonetheless and ladies have their secrets. I pry not, as my place is as solid as the ground beneath my foot, and I dare to try to overstep it. 'The Chamber is far more than I had predicted. You have my gratitude, Straia. It has become quite the home.' The ash, though fading, still licked my coat, still tainted my hooves. the dirt of the forest lay against my warm bodice at night and cooled me. It was far more homely than I had ever had. And that was evident in the way my eyes almost lovingly gazed at the sentinel pines.
'I am well. Positively glowing in fact.' there is an undertone of mystery laced in black magic. There are things hushed, spoken in whispers amongst the trees. I dare not repeat them, and instead simply smile, Straia was a force and one that knew things, and found things. And when she did not, her ravens would. 'The ravens, they are quite becoming. The crown sits rather well on you, if I must say.' I say, idling for a moment. Golden plume brushing my hocks, thoughts swim, and I carefully pluck them like leaves from the pond. 'The Chamber is flourishing, that is pleasing, no?' As if that question needed an answer. My eyes turned to the clearing, to the deeper portion of the woods. there were more here now, even more than when I graced their borders. And I truly believed there would be more on the way. The Chamber was regrowing and with it, a blossoming power.
I see her, more certainly the raven feathers that merge with the darkness. Rather fitting for the Queen. the Queen of shadows, the queen of ravens. A smirk taints my dry lips, and my salmon tongue coats them momentarily. Sapphire eyes drawing up to meet her. 'Good Evening, Straia.' As long as I have wandered the borders at night, I have heard her raven's call, had heard the bristle of the undergrowth, but not seen her as much. she is a lady nonetheless and ladies have their secrets. I pry not, as my place is as solid as the ground beneath my foot, and I dare to try to overstep it. 'The Chamber is far more than I had predicted. You have my gratitude, Straia. It has become quite the home.' The ash, though fading, still licked my coat, still tainted my hooves. the dirt of the forest lay against my warm bodice at night and cooled me. It was far more homely than I had ever had. And that was evident in the way my eyes almost lovingly gazed at the sentinel pines.
'I am well. Positively glowing in fact.' there is an undertone of mystery laced in black magic. There are things hushed, spoken in whispers amongst the trees. I dare not repeat them, and instead simply smile, Straia was a force and one that knew things, and found things. And when she did not, her ravens would. 'The ravens, they are quite becoming. The crown sits rather well on you, if I must say.' I say, idling for a moment. Golden plume brushing my hocks, thoughts swim, and I carefully pluck them like leaves from the pond. 'The Chamber is flourishing, that is pleasing, no?' As if that question needed an answer. My eyes turned to the clearing, to the deeper portion of the woods. there were more here now, even more than when I graced their borders. And I truly believed there would be more on the way. The Chamber was regrowing and with it, a blossoming power.
engelsfors
professor of the chamber