12-31-2019, 07:28 PM
The quiet nature of Nerine is such that news of Heartfire's disappearance has been slow to spread, and that suits her well enough. No one has yet come to visit her in any sort of an official capacity, perhaps they barely notice the radio silence from the North. Heartfire's leadership was a quiet one in as much experience as Neverwhere had had with it, and it would be unlikely for anyone to notice the eyes that watched them from the northern country were now... elsewhere, if they watched at all. The earth-brown mare knew only what she had been had shown, and that was vague enough.
She could be dead, for all I know. It might be surprising that the thought troubles her as much as it does, though the rankling feelings keep deep in the darkest shadows of her mind and don't color the soft scowl that already rests on her scarred face. There is no reason to believe that this was a random occurrence, a chance encounter that led to her abduction, not when she dabbled so heavily in plots and intrigue and magic. Now all those things have landed squarely before the new queen, demanding her reluctant attention.
"That sounds like Heartfire's problem." she had said, and not so long ago, either. Ironic.
The day is still, the usual winds calm and the quiet roars in her ears, but she hears the tug of his announcement and turns her head in the direction that he has landed. Magic. She's getting good at recognizing it, now, that strange feeling as if she's rushing headlong even as she is standing still, the odd itch and tingle and pull of it. It was never something she'd meant to become accustomed to, and it isn't something she intends to run after. A poor choice on his part, but, of course, he couldn't have known how she distrusted the magic of Beqanna. It would not seem sensible when it was that magic that let her blind eyes see so clearly - a gift she had not asked for, but clung to, anyway. Those clouded eyes flicker again between the view ahead of her and the water far below where he stands, basking, unseen. A snarl leaps onto her lips, born of knowing there is more to this, that there is more to leadership than hiding away among the rocks and that it is not, perhaps, best to ignore this request for a meeting.
And yet... And yet.
A pained sigh stains the silence around her and Neverwhere does finally shift away, but she does not take up the path that will lead her down to the water's edge, only to the nearest cliff where she can see him, eyes shut and perhaps asleep. She snorts, a loud, ragged sound that he should be able to hear even from within the rocking waves.
"It's good you have wings to bring you up, because I am not coming down." she shouts roughly down to him, and having said it, turns away and returns to her grazing without waiting to see if he has heard her. Neverwhere hasn't ever been at anyone's beck and call, least of all a stranger's. If he wishes to speak, he will have to come to her rather than napping in the sea.
She could be dead, for all I know. It might be surprising that the thought troubles her as much as it does, though the rankling feelings keep deep in the darkest shadows of her mind and don't color the soft scowl that already rests on her scarred face. There is no reason to believe that this was a random occurrence, a chance encounter that led to her abduction, not when she dabbled so heavily in plots and intrigue and magic. Now all those things have landed squarely before the new queen, demanding her reluctant attention.
"That sounds like Heartfire's problem." she had said, and not so long ago, either. Ironic.
The day is still, the usual winds calm and the quiet roars in her ears, but she hears the tug of his announcement and turns her head in the direction that he has landed. Magic. She's getting good at recognizing it, now, that strange feeling as if she's rushing headlong even as she is standing still, the odd itch and tingle and pull of it. It was never something she'd meant to become accustomed to, and it isn't something she intends to run after. A poor choice on his part, but, of course, he couldn't have known how she distrusted the magic of Beqanna. It would not seem sensible when it was that magic that let her blind eyes see so clearly - a gift she had not asked for, but clung to, anyway. Those clouded eyes flicker again between the view ahead of her and the water far below where he stands, basking, unseen. A snarl leaps onto her lips, born of knowing there is more to this, that there is more to leadership than hiding away among the rocks and that it is not, perhaps, best to ignore this request for a meeting.
And yet... And yet.
A pained sigh stains the silence around her and Neverwhere does finally shift away, but she does not take up the path that will lead her down to the water's edge, only to the nearest cliff where she can see him, eyes shut and perhaps asleep. She snorts, a loud, ragged sound that he should be able to hear even from within the rocking waves.
"It's good you have wings to bring you up, because I am not coming down." she shouts roughly down to him, and having said it, turns away and returns to her grazing without waiting to see if he has heard her. Neverwhere hasn't ever been at anyone's beck and call, least of all a stranger's. If he wishes to speak, he will have to come to her rather than napping in the sea.
Neverwhere
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@[Brennen]
