Jezanna looked upon her new sovereign and couldn’t say how she felt about it. She did not know Isra, had never even seen the other woman before that night they had stood in front of Caligo, except perhaps in passing on the court streets. This queen of hers was a stranger, and though they needed a regime more now than ever, the midnight woman was conflicted.
She stood nearly side by side with her on the once more empty beach, abandoned as it was by the water. Idly, Jezanna wondered how big the wave would be that would come this time, not questioning whether it would but when. Still, citizens gathered, drawn by curiosity or the promise of treasures of the sea. Her silver eyes narrowed, her brows drawing together. She may have come to stand beside the other unicorn, but they could not have arrived for more different reasons.
“I used to control the tides. I used to walk the skies...” she said suddenly, the admission slipping past her lips without her blessing. Her voice sounded distant, like she was not quite all there, not quite standing on the shores of Terminus. She’d had yet to tell anyone of her origins and now? Now she felt too tired, too drawn and thinly spread to worry whether her secret was safe with these horses. For a moment her gaze lingered on the familiar face of Araxes before fluttering away.
“Now I am just powerless,” and then she laughed but it was bitterness, not joy. Why, then, had she been brought here to a world that she could not help. What purpose could she possibly have if not to atone for the things she had done and to do better than she once did. And then why, when she had been so ready to stand tall at the side of the party racing out to defend the court against the thunderbirds had she instead found her steps leading her here?
Jezanna had not come for trinkets, not for the mysteries of the ocean laid bare on these wet exposed sands, not to coax and press these reckless few back into the court for their own safety. Had she come, knowing the truth of what she might find in the recession of the water? To brace herself against the tidal wave and to pretend as though there was no fear in her to be found? She could not help but to ask herself why she was here at all. And when she looked out toward the far horizon her heart felt as dark as the midnight of her skin.
She stood nearly side by side with her on the once more empty beach, abandoned as it was by the water. Idly, Jezanna wondered how big the wave would be that would come this time, not questioning whether it would but when. Still, citizens gathered, drawn by curiosity or the promise of treasures of the sea. Her silver eyes narrowed, her brows drawing together. She may have come to stand beside the other unicorn, but they could not have arrived for more different reasons.
“I used to control the tides. I used to walk the skies...” she said suddenly, the admission slipping past her lips without her blessing. Her voice sounded distant, like she was not quite all there, not quite standing on the shores of Terminus. She’d had yet to tell anyone of her origins and now? Now she felt too tired, too drawn and thinly spread to worry whether her secret was safe with these horses. For a moment her gaze lingered on the familiar face of Araxes before fluttering away.
“Now I am just powerless,” and then she laughed but it was bitterness, not joy. Why, then, had she been brought here to a world that she could not help. What purpose could she possibly have if not to atone for the things she had done and to do better than she once did. And then why, when she had been so ready to stand tall at the side of the party racing out to defend the court against the thunderbirds had she instead found her steps leading her here?
Jezanna had not come for trinkets, not for the mysteries of the ocean laid bare on these wet exposed sands, not to coax and press these reckless few back into the court for their own safety. Had she come, knowing the truth of what she might find in the recession of the water? To brace herself against the tidal wave and to pretend as though there was no fear in her to be found? She could not help but to ask herself why she was here at all. And when she looked out toward the far horizon her heart felt as dark as the midnight of her skin.
ooc: @Isra @Araxes
