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Eulalie
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Hope

begins in the dark.













There were so many demons living in this place, lurking in the shadows and the alleyways, beneath market stalls and behind doorways. If Eulalie had her way, she would never have stepped foot in this desert, past these sandstone walls, again. She would have stayed away for the rest of her life if it weren’t for the growing size of her belly. For the lives she would soon be responsible for. As foals it would be easy to keep them at home where they could be safe, but as they grew she would have less control over where they went and what they did.

She needed to lay these demons to rest if she were ever going to feel comfortable with the fact that her children may one day want to travel to this kingdom of sand and sun. If it were even possible that she would be able to, it could only be done by returning to Solterra.

So, yes, despite her pregnancy and the wicked, blazing sun, the ivory warrior had braved the sands she had once called home in order to, she hoped, find some peace of mind. Eulalie paused at the threshold of the court, wondering what had changed in the time since she had left but perhaps more so wondering what had remained the same. Her heart thudded wildly in her chest, her dark brown eyes slightly narrowed in the face of the light bouncing from the surfaces around her. After far too much hesitation, she made her way inside.

Things looked the same. The same buildings she remembered, the same darkened alleys contrasting against the same sunbleached exteriors. The same dragging, lurking, slithering bodies, sweat sheened and sharp eyed. The further in Eulalie ventured, the more her heart pumped, racing, running, taking flight from her chest and reaching up, up up, back home. Back to the ones she cared for. It took everything she had not to turn around and leave.

This was a place full of nothing but pain for her, and for many others as well. Despite the horrors she had gone through, despite the things she had been subjected to, Eulalie guessed there were others who had and would go through worse things. The difference was that she had won her freedom, she had escaped. If only, she thought, she felt the same bravery now that she had that day in the market.

Maybe then, she wouldn’t be so afraid.












@Seraphina <3


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☼ s e r a p h i n a ☼

I am baptized behind the lights all alone
heaven bent to hell

If it is unusual for a queen to walk among the snaking streets and alleyways of her capitol city, the citizens of Solterra have been forced to come to terms with it. Seraphina is a pauper and a guard, rather than a noblewoman, by inclination, and it’s something of a comfort to leave the palace walls and walk among a group of people that are slightly less inclined to stab her in the back if it suits them; she finds no comfort in the posturing of high class, though the Davke attack had cut many of them off at the kneecaps. At least it is no longer so gilded in the world she has come to occupy – it is harder for the city to stumble forward, thanks to the Davke’s relentless looting, but she isn’t so sure that the money of the nobility would ever have made it down to the lower classes, regardless of her interventions.

She lingers on the outskirts of the crowd as she makes her way down, down into the center of the city – towards the markets. The sound of laughter and the scent of frying pastries and the soft click-click of shifting items overwhelm her senses; there are even more people than she anticipated crowding the roads that lead to the marketplace, even in the smothering heat of the mid-afternoon. In a bid to avoid the crowd, she turns onto a side street, and it is among the uneven cracks of sandstone streets that she spots an anomaly which gives her pause.

A pregnant woman – her stomach swollen with child – walks down the busy streets. Seraphina has a hard time placing her expression, and the look in her eyes, but she brings with her the wildflower scent of Delumine; when she looks at her assortment of scars, she thinks that she might belong in Solterra, but for the softness of her features and the freckles that dot her cheeks. From the shade of sandstone buildings, she observes the tension laced like a livewire through the other woman’s frame, and she decides, finally, that her expression implies panic, or trauma. She doesn’t think that she should interfere, but the Solterran heat is dangerous for anyone, and a stressed mother more than most; she strides easily from the comfort of shade and into the heat, gleaming metallic silver in the daylight.

Drawing her eyes up to make contact with the woman, she strides forward slowly, a dignified confidence to her steady gait. “Excuse me, Ma’am,” She says, as gently as she can muster (which is still not very gently at all), “but I don’t think it’s safe to stay out in the sun right now.” Particularly for one who is not well-acquainted with Solterran heat, she almost says, but forces herself not to make assumptions, in spite of the persistent scent of flowers below sand and sweat.



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