Broken Dreams:
( I have nothing left for you to shatter )
Grandeur:
( the saddest song you will ever sing )
He had been watching the small gathering for a time before making his presence known. In his own mind, he knew that the king was wrong to have utterly abandoned his kingdom and left his lover with his child growing inside her wrong. So, it did not cause him any amount of surprise with the king’s almost bored expression, with his ambisinister ways of handling things, and sighing as if the words and concerns from those around him were nothing more than mere annoyances. Such a disappearance would not go lightly with the rest of the herd. Broken Dreams did not feel the shortcomings from an absent king for he was contentedly busy within his own harem, and did not feel the aftershocks of a missing monarch as acutely as the immediate herd had. It did seem to him, however, that the king should have known better to stick around and rule his land while the queen was mourning her broken heart. It was the noble thing to do, the right thing to do, but not a hard thing to do.
Broken had been out making connections with different herds, making himself known to them, and they to him. He had been out recruiting members for his herd, been consoling a dear friend of his, met new equines, and had a child, all while running his own land and appointing a fitting Alpha Mare in the process. It may be that he had diplomacy and royal blood flowing through his veins, but it did not seem that difficult a task.
Grandeur nuzzled his father's leg, blue eyes peering up at him. He had never tried to talk, but he would make some sounds occasionally. It pained Broken Dreams that his son would never be able to hear, but he knew that Grandeur would flourish in life. Broken bent down to return the nuzzle, licked him, and inhaled his scent, a mixture of fresh life and of Anaxandra. Grandeur looked up at his father with questioning eyes that took in everything, never missing a single thing. I can smell the tension in the air, Father, he thought, his eyes expressing as much
“Do not worry, Grandeur; you have your mother and I to protect you, nothing bad will come of this.” Broken said to him. He had been taking much time out of every day to teach Grandeur to lip read. They had been making astounding progress, and it filled Broken's fiery heart to the fullest with love and pride and joy to see that his son was learning to communicate.
Broken had heard and seen Solaris's rage to Donegal's absence and return, saw her demonstrate what it takes to form a herd, that it is as a pyramid and it has to be balanced at all times. Solaris felt that Donegal had failed them... Broken did not even have to think the words, he knew them in his heart and the needn't be said.
The stallion was slightly shorter than the kind, but height was not everything. Rank was not everything. He moved to stand in the gathering, and spoke. “King, we have missed your absence... There have been times, sore times, when others here have needed you, needed your guidance. What was so important that it kept you from looking over your kingdom, especially when your Queen was grieving? How can you say that a land cannot be established without understanding, consideration, and kindness, when you are demanding that of others rather than a plausible alibi? Any time that I have seen you, you have shown neither of those characteristics. And yes, as a king, you should show these and be strong in times when others are weak. It is not that much to ask of you where you have been, why you have neglected your kingdom, your friends, your family, your herd members." He pauses for the briefest of moments. While he had been speaking, he had been using the light element he had gained while the king was away, allowing a calmness to cover the group. The words he and Solaris were saying were certainly creating waves, and with Donegal's temper he did not want to create any more than necessary. Add in the fact that his child, Grandeur, was with him, and you see where it was going. “If you had been around, you would know that I have already spoken to Viriarus, the former Valkyrie Queen twice over, and she is dealing with our issues with the angry goddess Courant as we speak.”
The way the king of the North's temper flared up between angry and calm did nothing to appease Broken Dreams's appetite for a structured home. This was the reason why he had left the Silver Lakes and claimed his own land. Grandeur looked around at the older equines in the small gather, taking in their scents, the rumble and vibrations that their voices caused when they spoke. Blue eyes stayed calm, for he held a strong heart and was not easily frightened. Besides, when you have a father who flaunts his flames along his spine and the light rays in his hair, what do you have to fear?
( only dreams that are torn and tattered )
*~*
( will be the one I won’t be hearing )
{5yrs} .Swedish Warmblood. {16.3 HANDS} . Alpha Stallion of Distant Peaks.
{Grandeur ~Anaxandra} {.I'm Judith.}
|Fire IV|Light I|
{117 tokens}
 
Broken Dreams-
“Speech”
Thoughts
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Grandeur-
Speech
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