“For all evils there are two remedies - time and silence.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
Sorrow manifesting to a love that kept
On living beyond even death,
Sprung and bloomed and took a breath
And fluttered colors of hope for thee,
A bloom for the world's adversities.
I am not a stargod child. Gods have no fun child, and are mean and boring. I am a desert thief, and no god can catch me. The sooty buckskin skipped about the filly to imitate her swift nature playfully. She was a creature built for flight and stealth, long limbs yet light on her hooves. The vix returned to the other side of Rodrigo as the other approached. And in all truth the Pirate Queen had caught the lass's words…she simply could not quite comprehend if there was a name in there to be had. Or else she was purposefully being rude. Rodrigo could not be sure of her intentions, Ysabel was Ysabel after all. The dark hellion was sparsely outnumbered in this small gathering, the sole male on a vulcan peak but among friends at least.…he had to wonder how long that would last.
Ysabel was clearly not liking the intrusion of another mare, or else it was her natural suspicion that roused her to dislike the other. The brute was fairly sure the other mare had introduced herself as Geirdriful, and he smiled faintly at Geirdriful's calling out the desert bandit on it. For that he received a look that could probably cut through a stretch of woods if given the chance. Rodrigo did not shrink at this being he was in good spirits today. Taytim had returned and Taika was now with them. The beast had held his head low, often his head was lowered as a show of his respect and his humility, and in that sort of reverence he reached back and greeted the other mare nose to nose. Being he himself was a warrior he felt eased by that comradery, it made no difference if the other warrior was a stallion or mare. Rodrigo was not discriminatory either way.
Perhaps you did, pardon me if I could not make it out earlier Geirdriful. Ysabel added a tilt of her desert crown as she again made a small stab at the other mare's accent. The gold and ash jezabelle certainly was not one who spoke like a perfect little lady and she was not about to try either. Those who crossed her could dislike her or take her for what she was…the Pirate Queen could care less. One thing was certain, she did not like surprises and moreso competition. The other mare made her look foolish just now, and Ysabel was considering taking up the implied challenge. She was much more than just a pretty face and was not intimidated in the least bit by the other vix. Rodrigo nudged her gently on the shoulder but she did not bother turning to him. The beast sighed hoping his headstrong captor was not about to do anything foolish. Perhaps one of these days…I would like that. Ysabel replied with a certain grace and simplicity. The challenge was answered at least as an acceptance for the right day and hour…but not today. Rodrigo was grateful for that, thinking of Taika.
The buckskin bandit marked mare was quite adept with conversing with Taika, moreso than Ysabel was with her tough demeanor. The conversation carried and on the mention of being "trapped" Rodrigo snorted and lowered his eyes in attempt not to look at the sooty buckskin at his side. Because Rodrigo here is my prize…a little offering to Impatienza. I to think he makes a lovely trinket. Ysabel seemed to lighten up feeling proud of her catch. It was not long before all attentions were turned to the child as her little mind declared this Geirdriful more akin to a star than Ysabel. The Pirate Queen snorted and turned in mock agitation. She could have easily been insulted by the other mare's remark, but it was child's play, and the desert bandita found the young girl put her in good spirits.
Rodrigo beamed as he decided to speak now. It's just as well, the peak mares have been kind to me and Miss Taytim, Little Taika. Even Ysabel has for the most part been hospitable. He said this to ease Taytim again. He never blamed her and was not about to start. The sight before him was something he would remember and he had not felt this at ease, or had himself such good company in a very long time. The time in between had been difficult and bitter years for the brute and he welcomed these newfound friends. Heaven knew, he had not expected to find himself in this strangely wonderful predicament. Perhaps those who had gone ahead were still watching and keeping after all.
So, Gierdy…I had not the pleasure of seeing you this last season. Busy forming alliances or making enemies? There were perhaps better ways to ask such a question, but Ysabel could be rather direct at times, if not all the time. And…Geirdy?
RODRIGO
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