ARAXES
tender heart
The Night Court had hope, in some vague sense of the word. With the corruption peeled off, snipped at the bud, there was time to heal and overcome what should have never happened. The speckled mare merely nodded to his words, for the first time in a long time not even affected by the harshness of words. She had grown callouses over her emotions, enough to protect herself but not block them off entirely, merely.. grown, in general. If anyone told her a few years ago how she was now, she would have been spooked. Now, she simply... was.
Small wings fluttered at the vocal raven, turning her slate eyes to watch it depart in the air. Ash clung to her coat, dusting her grey rather than white, covering the blanketing of spots, and she only exhaled as she turned her head back to the gates. They would remain open, and she would fight tooth and nail to reinstate what once had been. Before it had come down to the harm of her people.
"Despite what I've endured, I'd like to think that maybe somewhere deep down they had guilt. Though the chances are likely they didn't, sadly enough." No. They had instead smiled and walked away, and screaming for them had done the champions no good. Had done none of their people any good. A regime that turned its back on its people was a regime lost.
"Yes, I imagine we will, Raymond." Her lips spread in to a soft smile, and she watched as he wandered in to the gates, his redness becoming smaller and smaller, until he was a mere speck that disappeared as she herself turned away and began to walk in to the depths of the mountain, to assess the exact extent of the damage.
Small wings fluttered at the vocal raven, turning her slate eyes to watch it depart in the air. Ash clung to her coat, dusting her grey rather than white, covering the blanketing of spots, and she only exhaled as she turned her head back to the gates. They would remain open, and she would fight tooth and nail to reinstate what once had been. Before it had come down to the harm of her people.
"Despite what I've endured, I'd like to think that maybe somewhere deep down they had guilt. Though the chances are likely they didn't, sadly enough." No. They had instead smiled and walked away, and screaming for them had done the champions no good. Had done none of their people any good. A regime that turned its back on its people was a regime lost.
"Yes, I imagine we will, Raymond." Her lips spread in to a soft smile, and she watched as he wandered in to the gates, his redness becoming smaller and smaller, until he was a mere speck that disappeared as she herself turned away and began to walk in to the depths of the mountain, to assess the exact extent of the damage.
