Raymond.
and at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
when the man comes around
His difficulty with Sussuro Fields may well have put Raymond off open spaces for good were it not for his own adamant refusal to wallow in the past. He could not blame the vast fields of Terrastella for Ruth's loss any more than he could blame the sun for shining when it ought to mourn. To charge Sideralis Prairie with the crime of resemblance would have been evidence enough of his mind slipping that he'd have sat down and let Calliope end him on the spot.
Thus he put the court and Calliope's justifiable anger behind him for the rare indulgence of a simple walk over rolling hills, and a chance to shed the oppressive presence of streets, walls, and pointless extravagance in favor of a cloak of brilliant, untarnished blue stretched out across the sky.
Wandering felt different now. A line tugged almost constantly at his navel, coaxing him not to go too far afield, as though he had green pastures to which he belonged.
A splash of paint broke through the yellowed grasses, drawing his eye, and he recognized Shrike deeply and instantly. In a way it was Calliope's recognition more than his own, because he understood the bond that drew them together beneath her stormy intensity, understood the devouring ache of loss that had drawn the unicorn across worlds for vengeance.
He did not understand the ecstacy of their reunion, and in that you could say that he envied Shrike for the simple fact she existed.
The red stallion smiled smoothly at her observation, chuckling in full acknowledgement of the stakes behind his gamble - from all sides. "A lot has gone well, though not as I'd have liked. There's still work that needs done here." That was perhaps the understatement of the year, when in driving out the specter of naked tyranny the people of Denocte had won little more than the brittle shell of their homeland.
"How've you been?"
and at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
when the man comes around
His difficulty with Sussuro Fields may well have put Raymond off open spaces for good were it not for his own adamant refusal to wallow in the past. He could not blame the vast fields of Terrastella for Ruth's loss any more than he could blame the sun for shining when it ought to mourn. To charge Sideralis Prairie with the crime of resemblance would have been evidence enough of his mind slipping that he'd have sat down and let Calliope end him on the spot.
Thus he put the court and Calliope's justifiable anger behind him for the rare indulgence of a simple walk over rolling hills, and a chance to shed the oppressive presence of streets, walls, and pointless extravagance in favor of a cloak of brilliant, untarnished blue stretched out across the sky.
Wandering felt different now. A line tugged almost constantly at his navel, coaxing him not to go too far afield, as though he had green pastures to which he belonged.
A splash of paint broke through the yellowed grasses, drawing his eye, and he recognized Shrike deeply and instantly. In a way it was Calliope's recognition more than his own, because he understood the bond that drew them together beneath her stormy intensity, understood the devouring ache of loss that had drawn the unicorn across worlds for vengeance.
He did not understand the ecstacy of their reunion, and in that you could say that he envied Shrike for the simple fact she existed.
The red stallion smiled smoothly at her observation, chuckling in full acknowledgement of the stakes behind his gamble - from all sides. "A lot has gone well, though not as I'd have liked. There's still work that needs done here." That was perhaps the understatement of the year, when in driving out the specter of naked tyranny the people of Denocte had won little more than the brittle shell of their homeland.
"How've you been?"
@Shrike
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