The Runamere listened and watched. Blue eyes always thoughtful, always seeking those small nuances that could separate one horse from another. They were fixed now upon the seal-brown mare before them, admittedly judging, criticizing the creature that called herself Isra of Denocte. Isra, Denocte, the words rolled on his tongue like a fine wine, aged to perfection and beyond description. If there was a word for it, it would be Foreign. They were Foreign words, but as he saw it, held no active animosity. Only a barely veiled curiosity behind eyes as blue as the sea.
There was one more thing he noted, though he dared not speak it aloud. It remained hidden beneath his skin, an itch that begged to be scratched, yet could not be. He dared not draw attention to the movement at Isra's feet, the strange way that things seemed to tinkle to the sandy floor from around her horn. A brief glance at Illu assured him that she had not noticed and he hoped it would stay that way. At least until he was gone. Racthan exhaled a pregnant groan, for the duty impugned upon him demanded an answer, a duty that for once in his life he wished he did not have to do. How did the other Runamere fare? He wondered momentarily, thinking back to his Brothers and Sisters that bore identical tasks. Would they succeed in the Storm? Would they save the bloodlines of Aldrae? Racthan stared at the mare with a hard, unreadable look. If time allowed it you would stand trial for your intentions, be they ill or of good, with that being said; by the power invested in me as the Guardian of the Queen, Isra of Denocte, do you accept responsibility and honor of raising Illu, Daughter of Billiruben, Daughter of House Solfir, Rightful heir of Aldrae-Terra?"
He delivered this statement with a strained calm. There was a huge decision to be made and no time to think about it and he had no choice in the matter. It was now or never. There was no right answer, only yes, or death for the last hope of their World.
ooc; @Isra hi, hello, here i am .__.
There was one more thing he noted, though he dared not speak it aloud. It remained hidden beneath his skin, an itch that begged to be scratched, yet could not be. He dared not draw attention to the movement at Isra's feet, the strange way that things seemed to tinkle to the sandy floor from around her horn. A brief glance at Illu assured him that she had not noticed and he hoped it would stay that way. At least until he was gone. Racthan exhaled a pregnant groan, for the duty impugned upon him demanded an answer, a duty that for once in his life he wished he did not have to do. How did the other Runamere fare? He wondered momentarily, thinking back to his Brothers and Sisters that bore identical tasks. Would they succeed in the Storm? Would they save the bloodlines of Aldrae? Racthan stared at the mare with a hard, unreadable look. If time allowed it you would stand trial for your intentions, be they ill or of good, with that being said; by the power invested in me as the Guardian of the Queen, Isra of Denocte, do you accept responsibility and honor of raising Illu, Daughter of Billiruben, Daughter of House Solfir, Rightful heir of Aldrae-Terra?"
He delivered this statement with a strained calm. There was a huge decision to be made and no time to think about it and he had no choice in the matter. It was now or never. There was no right answer, only yes, or death for the last hope of their World.
ooc; @Isra hi, hello, here i am .__.
