11-05-2018, 06:33 AM
Leilan
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
Brutally honest he may be, not everybody seems to like it; the rose-gold mare lets the flames spread and looks to him like he doesn’t belong - what a wonderful great-great (great?) aunt she turns out to be. Heartfire’s look is also scrutinizing, but that is something he can ignore. Under similar circumstances she might have reacted just the same (or worse), so he feels no need for an apology there.
Most of what happens, he chooses to ignore. Let the mage’s magic burn some trees - an ear turns in the direction of the fire, but is then again focused on the green mare. She looks soft; kind, and though under other circumstances he would have let her have it and be glad she would be a good neighbour, in these times she needed a harsher attitude, because others would come and some might not be friendly. Maybe she had it and maybe she didn’t.
He didn’t know her, so he could not tell.
Djinni skips over that fact so very gladly, it looks to him. He ignores her look, instead shaking his head a little in answer to her question. ”It doesn’t. Except that anyone of ours who flees here, will have this mare as a leader, whom we don’t know. I know,” he starts quickly before either Camomila would again assure him she is not a threat, or Djinni would say something again to bring him down, ”you say you’re genuine. You look genuine, I’ll give you that. But I’ve known you for a good two minutes, and first impressions aren’t everything.” Though, he must say that she did withstand his honesty-plus-bad-joke really well. Which told him something - in the end, they’ll probably get along well.
Then Heartfire has an even more idiotic idea than he himself could ever come up with, and he stares at the sabino for a good two heartbeats. Why would she propose this? Doesn’t she want to stay herself, perhaps. Maybe she doesn’t want her children to be born in such a freezing place. Maybe she just wants to pester him with the idea of helping Cam get acquainted with Nerine; he’d be stuck here for a while.
But ultimately it dawns on him that she knows him just about enough. That he would want to keep an eye on things here but never ever betray Breckin in any way possible; never go rogue or would allow Camomila to do so. And so he’s silent a bit more, turning back to the green mare instead, a calculating look to his eyes. Would she accept that? She said she was willing to share, but sharing a land’s safety and taking in refugees from the neighbour kingdom, was a bit different from co-ruling. Though, if she’s any bit smart he figures that they both know that would put him there more as a general and her as a head of diplomacy.
”I’ll probably guard this place from whatever danger or ill-willed creature I find as much as I do Nerine, because part of my family will be here instead of there; whether you’re it’s queen, princess - whatever you want to call yourself as a leader - or not. Up to you if you want to be of any influence on how I’m supposed to do that, I think.” Ah, he’d be on the back and forth anyway, though he always makes sure to show up wherever something of interest is going on. Not unlike Heartfire - but her pregnancy and subsequent baby, would slow her down, he thinks. Plus, it’s icy out here. She might be better off hiding out in some place a bit warmer, or at least, sheltered. Like in the pine forest the former Mage of Nerine seems to like to be burning.
He wonders if she reads minds, then. But nevertheless he thinks burning the trees won’t help the also-pregnant rose-coloured mare either.
Most of what happens, he chooses to ignore. Let the mage’s magic burn some trees - an ear turns in the direction of the fire, but is then again focused on the green mare. She looks soft; kind, and though under other circumstances he would have let her have it and be glad she would be a good neighbour, in these times she needed a harsher attitude, because others would come and some might not be friendly. Maybe she had it and maybe she didn’t.
He didn’t know her, so he could not tell.
Djinni skips over that fact so very gladly, it looks to him. He ignores her look, instead shaking his head a little in answer to her question. ”It doesn’t. Except that anyone of ours who flees here, will have this mare as a leader, whom we don’t know. I know,” he starts quickly before either Camomila would again assure him she is not a threat, or Djinni would say something again to bring him down, ”you say you’re genuine. You look genuine, I’ll give you that. But I’ve known you for a good two minutes, and first impressions aren’t everything.” Though, he must say that she did withstand his honesty-plus-bad-joke really well. Which told him something - in the end, they’ll probably get along well.
Then Heartfire has an even more idiotic idea than he himself could ever come up with, and he stares at the sabino for a good two heartbeats. Why would she propose this? Doesn’t she want to stay herself, perhaps. Maybe she doesn’t want her children to be born in such a freezing place. Maybe she just wants to pester him with the idea of helping Cam get acquainted with Nerine; he’d be stuck here for a while.
But ultimately it dawns on him that she knows him just about enough. That he would want to keep an eye on things here but never ever betray Breckin in any way possible; never go rogue or would allow Camomila to do so. And so he’s silent a bit more, turning back to the green mare instead, a calculating look to his eyes. Would she accept that? She said she was willing to share, but sharing a land’s safety and taking in refugees from the neighbour kingdom, was a bit different from co-ruling. Though, if she’s any bit smart he figures that they both know that would put him there more as a general and her as a head of diplomacy.
”I’ll probably guard this place from whatever danger or ill-willed creature I find as much as I do Nerine, because part of my family will be here instead of there; whether you’re it’s queen, princess - whatever you want to call yourself as a leader - or not. Up to you if you want to be of any influence on how I’m supposed to do that, I think.” Ah, he’d be on the back and forth anyway, though he always makes sure to show up wherever something of interest is going on. Not unlike Heartfire - but her pregnancy and subsequent baby, would slow her down, he thinks. Plus, it’s icy out here. She might be better off hiding out in some place a bit warmer, or at least, sheltered. Like in the pine forest the former Mage of Nerine seems to like to be burning.
He wonders if she reads minds, then. But nevertheless he thinks burning the trees won’t help the also-pregnant rose-coloured mare either.
you set my soul alight
Sorry! I thought we were waiting on Castile but the post order is somewhat scrambled already so I guess let’s bring this negotiation to an end.
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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