i dream in phosphorescence Posted on January 19, 2025 at 04:39:06 AM by Helios
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The copper-skinned male eyes Nyimara with a casual, but keen gaze as she attempts to placate his worries. There is a promise that a monarchy would not change the Dunes nor Salemas a whole, merely benefit them all. Helios understands that the general premise is that they -- the four rulers -- all had to agree that someone was in charge. While his dealings with his northern and eastern neighbors had been amiable enough, the Arabian doubted the Badlands and their rash tendencies would consent to having another lead lord over them.
Helios saw no need for a monarch if they could simply agree to work together. While musing inwardly, he flicks an ear at the name that falls from the silver bay's lips: Solomon. The name brought some recognition to mind, but it was hazy as the stallion had only heard of the other in passing. He could not help but think it a little presumptuous of the Desert leads to think that -- simply because of imaginary lines that old leaders had drawn -- they had a right to head the proposed monarchy.
Regardless of his many thoughts on the matter, Helios made to shake his head doubtfully. The ruler in him didn't want to harm their friendship by not supporting their -- her -- claim, but it wasn't sound reasoning. "It's a weak case at best, Nyimara. I think you and Asmodeus know that." His tone was sympathetic, but skeptical all the same. Perhaps, the male wondered, in the Desert proposing a monarchy there was a way to propose some other system. Even if none of them wanted someone else to be fully in charge of the others, they could still find a way to finally move forward equally.
"Perhaps," Helios muses aloud, "if you can get the other leaders to come to the table so to speak, then I would be more confident in the proposition. It would be nice to not constantly worry over patrols," he ends with a laugh tinged in some other vague emotion. The stallion's gaze, previously unfocused, snaps back to the silver-haired mare. He wondered what part exactly was she playing in all this. Measuring his words, the lord of the Dunes proceeded carefully.
"Of course, that is not saying that I wouldn't support you becoming Queen of Salem. I think you would be able to accomplish that from wherever you chose to base your rule." The stallion chose to keep his gaze direct and his expression one of easy neutrality despite what he inadvertently proposed so casually. That he supported her for Queen with or without Asmodeus, and that she need not only look to the Desert as a potential seat to her kingdom.