“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 all the world's tyranny.
Bittersweet was one way of putting it, the little reprimand seared her ears though the words were received gracefully. It had been a long time since Ysabella was talked down to, though she knew well enough that was not exactly what Impatienza was doing per say…still it felt a bit that way. The sooty buck skin raised her expressionless amber gold orbs to Impa before bowing just a bit in acceptance. She then turned to glare at Rodrigo. The bay brute's ears pricked forward as he looked at her with somewhat apologetic eyes. There was a charm about his humility that Ysabel often found annoying. It made it difficult to hate the beast or even to abuse him, though she did have her mild antics on a daily basis since they stuck together. Her own ears folding back she turned again to the draft mare, eying her with a soft expression now…walking cautiously but daring to speak again. "To be fair Impatienza…Rodrigo here doesn't require much control. That is the charming quality about a gentleman…isn't Rodrigo?" The ash and sand sifted mare knew when she was being dismissed and with another soft bow she made her exit, feeling rather proud of the exchange. Eyes wandered over the horizons of the Peak and she took off full flight across the scape still coated in winter. Free running always put her at ease, warmed her up and seemed appropriate when she was either high or low.
The dark hellion only followed Ysabel's departure for just a bit before his full attention was on blanketed mare before him. He had picked out a few things in the minute ways the mare walked and reacted, how she positioned herself when she arrived. The beast had become a soldier at a young age, and had accelerated through training and climbed the ranks to the top of the pole, and it had little to do with his good looks. This mare was half blind. Just the same there was no reason to assume she was any less than capable to take down a sizeable beast. Not that he was looking for a fight. His drown hoovered lower than hers…this Impatienza…as a show of respect. When she spoke, he listened and a mask of surprise came over him. A choice was placed before him, certainly these islands were becoming anything but what he had expected. But a few seconds went by with the blow of the winter gale did Rodrigo lift his head just slightly to address the mare. "I made a promise a long time ago that I would offer my strength to those who had need of it, so long as the intent was for good and no innocents would be harmed. If these conditions are met, I am honored to be at your disposal. While it has been 'interesting' to be called a trinket here…the Peak has been most hospitable to me and Miss Taytim and I know her child will be happy here. The least I might do is return the favor."
Rodrigo waited now to hear just what Impatienza of the Peak wished him to assist with. As time wore on he dared to venture, on the grounds that he was a free hellion now…"If I may ask a question my lady…have you ever heard of peaceroses?" There was solemn reverence in his eyes as he asked this, there was no jest or humor. For these blooms he had ventured to the islands his mother once called home. He had not forgotten even if his quest had become much more broad with Miss Taytim as his new companion.
RODRIGO
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