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Posted on April 23, 2020 at 05:05:04 AM by Nzingha
 Feray. Solomon. They were strange names, flat and drab in comparison to the lilting syllables that were so common where the shaman had once made her home. But if there was one thing that Nzingha was quickly learning, it was that their kind were much the same beneath these superficial differences. The dark mare had already discerned that her two companions were leaders of separate tribes even before the pregnant mare shared the name of her home. It was evident in the terse words they had already exchanged, the way that their expressions and movements appeared locked in eternal opposition. Nzingha was all too familiar with the grasping struggles of her kind for power. The shaman had advised leaders both great and poor - and in doing so, had learned the differences between the two. A leader worthy of their people's devotion was one unafraid to make sacrifices of the self in order to spare their subjects. They were martyrs, supplicants, ordinary specimens who had been born into nothing and clawed their way to the top by sheer force of will. It was too soon for the dark mare to determine which sort either of the individuals before her fell in with - but she felt a natural affinity for Feray, even when setting the will of the spirits aside. The leaders most willing to heed her wisdom had inevitably been women - and the Fala whom she had left to their fates commanded by men. Still, Nzingha was not without regret at the way she had responded to Solomon's innocuous comment. Ignorance of the spirits was common among those she had served before; that their minds were too mundane to grasp something they could neither see nor hear was not any fault they could control. Therefore, when Feray offered her purpose in coming to this place - and the golden stallion had finished deriding it - Nzingha stepped firmly between them, curled ears lacing back and a baleful gaze flitting between both before settling on the pale mare's features. "The protection of one's family is an admirable goal - but I hope you will understand that I am no warrioress, Feray. There is no cause in my mind that is worthy of violence; I can only offer you the protection of the spirits that I serve. But I will go to meet this queen that you mention, as I can feel that your need is true." Her dark eyes flitted to the smiling male now, her own expression fathomless; solemn beneath the skull-mask she wore. "I cannot say the same of you, Solomon - though I would ask which quality you feel is more important in a leader - the strength of his body, or the wisdom of his mind." Pale head tilted to one side briefly as she contemplated him - not truly expecting a response, but giving the stallion time to ponder his answer in silence. Then the shaman continued. "The answer, of course, is that one or the other will only serve to lead you so far. Both will be needed to bring you to greatness - and as such, you can be certain that I will be visiting you in your Cove. Like this mjamzito and I, we have much to speak of. I can remove the film that clouds your eyes - and you can teach me much and more about this land." The words were more a command than a request; Nzingha had never been one to offer deference, save that which she gave the spirits. She was neither queen nor subject; the shaman had always been something other than, something that was both less and more simultaneously. It gave her a perspective unique to many of her kind - as one who had witnessed the anarchy that occured when each individual acted of their own accord, Nzingha understood the necessity of a leader. But many leaders did not understand the necessity of their vassals - did not know when to stand firm in their beliefs, or when to cede to the voices of the many. And so she had seen empires that had withstood centuries suddenly crumble into dust - squeezed too hard by a tyrant's iron grip. Leaders, too, needed guidance - the challenge lay in convincing them of this truth. |
NzinghA mare . six . black sabino overo . marwari . 16.0hh |
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- Stay wild, Moon Child - By Feray April 24, 2020 at 03:14:32 PM
- comfort me with apples, for i am sick of love - By Solomon April 24, 2020 at 10:36:20 PM
- [x] - By Reba April 25, 2020 at 01:58:12 AM
- comfort me with apples, for i am sick of love - By Solomon April 24, 2020 at 10:36:20 PM
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