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An oath against the shadows
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Posted on January 26, 2011 at 07:53:46 PM by Tia Maria

So many questions. She could feel them champing at the corners of their minds, frothing as they demanded to be voiced. The citrine chimed softly at the base of her ear as it bounced against another stone, warming as it began to try and figure out what had the pair so curious. Like a mother to a child, she mentally tutted the unruly stone back into submission, finding it rude to read one's thoughts when it wasn't neccessary. Besides, her level wasn't quite high enough to get exact questions, more just very vague impressions of what was going on. Not to mention the other fact of she had just recieved the leonine hued stone and thus was still getting used to it's presence, evidenced in the tossing of her head from time to time. Ears swept forward sharply and yet another joined their group, a simple triangle becoming a square. A blush burnt across skin hidden beneath the grey pelt, shifting her weight from side to side at Freya's words.

You honor me Freya and your King and Queen, but one greeting holds no more weight than another.

The words bubbled from her throat in a chuckle, nodding her own greeting in return. Hellos were not coins of silver and bronze, not meant to be weighed and traded in the marketplace for a few handfuls of grain. They were not meant to be hoarded away in some dank chamber by some avaricious old coot either. They were a type of gold valuable to only those recieving it, a type meant to be held close to the heart and nothing more. A smile warmed her features, eyelids crinkling around the summer bright gaze as she finally took the oppurtunity to return the greeting and answer the questions presented to her before anyone else showed up and she was speaking for hours on end simply trying to keep pace with the group. She first started with the bleach splashed queen, having a message as well as a felicitation or two to pass on from her eldest son.

Sasha, my dear friend, congratulations and salutations from the South. I hope I find you well, Dresden may go on a rampage if I didn't. He misses you something fierce you know.

She was, of course, kidding about the rampage part. Well, maybe. It was hard to tell what that ghost-haunted son of hers would do somedays, especially if it involved herself or the mare standing so calmly before her. Next she addressed the painted stallion, a king in his own right now, no longer a lowly soldier flickering amongst the South's skeletal trees. She was proud of how much he had accomplished and how far he had come since she had found him sulking and sullen in the Vistas. The amber eyes were bright now, not glassy and dull like they had been, remembering how the spark of interest when she had invited him into the Isles hadnt even been enough to bring more than a passing flicker of life to them. The only disappointment she had, the tiniest glimpse of regret, was that she hadn't done more to help him on his path.

I have missed you as well Taboo, it's been far too long since we've spoken. The Isles are quiet, but then again so is most of Hoof Prince. The floodwaters still linger and the land bridge is still mostly underwater, but we will manage, we always have.

A bright smile spread across her face, masking any sort of worry she had fairly well. A well in tune creature, especially one in tune with her specifically, might be able to tell that she was deeply troubled by the still standing pools but unsure if she should remove them lest she call down the wrath of Courant. The Isles couldn't stand another onslaught like that, another flood and they might all drown. Her entire family, lover, sons, daughters, grandchildren of all ages would be wiped from the pages of history with a single easy sweep of the Water Goddess' hoof.

I come merely to congratulate you both on your new positions, but if you would like to talk politics we can do that as well...?

tia maria
As we walk among these shadows in these streets, these fields of battle
All together, walk alone against all we've ever known
We will fight or we will fall

Replies:

thirty-seven stitches - By t a b o o January 27, 2011 at 05:39:59 PM
it's coming closer - By Sasha January 30, 2011 at 05:02:50 PM
if i dream i have you, - By FREYA January 30, 2011 at 06:40:32 PM
You blow the candles out - By Tia Maria February 4, 2011 at 01:48:04 PM
look at all the lonely people - By t a b o o February 14, 2011 at 11:56:13 PM
eyes on fire - By Sasha February 26, 2011 at 04:13:40 PM
for, all our joys are but fantastical - By FREYA March 1, 2011 at 08:41:58 PM

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