[private] You can't hide from who you are; Kagerus

[Kagerus]

kagerus

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

With a calculated ease, the roaned mare  before me ascertains that Breckin's descent was, as I had hoped, peaceful. News even better than this is that Heartfire was openly welcomed by her people. The smooth transitioning of crowns happened less and less it seemed, and indeed, I have had my fair share of the brutality of inner sanction turmoil. God.

Pushing the self-inducedly irritating memories aside, I instead watch with bright nutmeg eyes as the Nerinian monarch tilts her head and steps in to my homeland. The entrance is welcome, but I find myself yet drawn in by her elusive air of forbidden knowledge, as though this might be a woman I'd like to find myself next to should all hell break loose at one time or another. Or perhaps the tingling sensation along the lining of my stomach isn't political at all, and is instead one of friendship; the thought scares me a little, makes me want to stop it. Though I trust myself completely when it comes to fealty with Solace, it is also true that I haven't gotten terribly close with anyone outside of my family since meeting her, just in case.

But this feels different; and by Heartfire's stoic affirmation of my suspicions, any lingering doubts as to her intentions with this visit evaporate. The demand for privacy comes from a place evidently free of any sexuality or flirtation.

"I know exactly the place - come, we will go to the birch glade."

Of course, this gorgeous spot in my Silver kingdom is not our final destination; but my companion need not know that quite yet.

The journey from border to midland copse is a short one, spent in silence for the most part. It would seem that I have found someone whos silence compliments my own (though truth be told, she found me). Eventually the greenery underhoof becomes dappled by the orange-red-yellow leaves of fall above head, and we stand mostly obscured in the depths of one of the Cove's lovely glades.

"Now," I rebegin, eyes glimmering mischievously though my tone retains a decided intensity. "I am going to take you someplace else - but you must trust me." Figuring that that may be one hell of a request for me to make of a relative stranger, I add an amendment. "Or at least, you must close your eyes."

Seeing that she has done so, I close my own and swiftly grab at her willing consciousness. Within minutes we are sleeping soundly enough to fall into a dream - and fall we do, the unearthly sensation of endlessly increasing gs as familiar to me as breathing, but likely as foreign to Heartfire as drowning. It lasts what could be interpreted as a heartbeat, or else as an eternity; but when we awaken on the other side, I unravel the thread of my power just enough to give her some leeway in the way of manipulation.

Let us see what Queen Heartfire dreams of.

@[Heartfire]