she was powerful not because she wasn't scared,
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
Did monsters pursue them now, hushed as the twilight, dancing between the trunks as the pair of equine did? Did they dissolve into the blackness of shadows when the sun began to climb over the horizon, disappearing into nothingness? Were they striking and intrepid, predators just as arrogant as sunbeams themselves? The questions that lingered in her thoughts doubled, tripled, quadrupled- Maerys decided that research was really her only way to find answers. Curled up within the aisles and aisles of books, she would read hundreds of pages, perhaps thousands even, to find her answers.
Maerys was never the master of her own thoughts as fate brought new revelations and possibilities far too often for the girl to ever control her imagination, today thrusting Lasairian her direction. Her orbs kindled at his concept, and it was evident that an excessive number of distinct ideas were gushing through her mind. She had perceived something in a new light now and it produced a twinge of delight in her heart (after all, she relished seeing the best in everything).
Most thought of gloom and dread when they thought about monsters, but Lasairian saw vibrancy and the shine of silver. The girl was captivated by this man's description of monsters. It was easy to think of a bear, much less a bramblebear, with ivories that were keen, white blades, jutting out from gums inside a voracious maw ready to slice through flesh until it was time to feast, but there was regularly a buried layer. It could be a mother desperate to feed her children, it could be a starving bachelor or a lost child. Undoubtedly, these animals were just as complex as the horses that surrounded them which meant yes- some were reasonably evil, just as the horses that lurked among them could be but this didn't mean they all were. These animals were not monsters as much as they were predators endeavoring to survive in any way they could.
Maerys understood that concept well.
The man spoke so easily and fluidly about the creatures that Maerys speculated if this was all he thought of them. She recollected Fia's series of questions, inquiries meant to discern what could possibly drive a young mare out into the open when monsters lurked about. She had instilled a spark of fear within the girl that had yet to fully diminish. "Thee aren't afeard?" The question is not laced with malice, but genuine curiosity. "Shouldst we call those folk predators over monsters, I shall admit, I bethink mine own dreams wouldst still beest haunted in the same way." Would thinking of them in a new perspective change the way anyone felt about them? Maerys doubted it. Yes, she understood why they did what they did, but they were no good for the horses and as a warrior, Maerys knew she would not be able to show mercy to these beasts should they reveal themselves to her.
Maerys was never the master of her own thoughts as fate brought new revelations and possibilities far too often for the girl to ever control her imagination, today thrusting Lasairian her direction. Her orbs kindled at his concept, and it was evident that an excessive number of distinct ideas were gushing through her mind. She had perceived something in a new light now and it produced a twinge of delight in her heart (after all, she relished seeing the best in everything).
Most thought of gloom and dread when they thought about monsters, but Lasairian saw vibrancy and the shine of silver. The girl was captivated by this man's description of monsters. It was easy to think of a bear, much less a bramblebear, with ivories that were keen, white blades, jutting out from gums inside a voracious maw ready to slice through flesh until it was time to feast, but there was regularly a buried layer. It could be a mother desperate to feed her children, it could be a starving bachelor or a lost child. Undoubtedly, these animals were just as complex as the horses that surrounded them which meant yes- some were reasonably evil, just as the horses that lurked among them could be but this didn't mean they all were. These animals were not monsters as much as they were predators endeavoring to survive in any way they could.
Maerys understood that concept well.
The man spoke so easily and fluidly about the creatures that Maerys speculated if this was all he thought of them. She recollected Fia's series of questions, inquiries meant to discern what could possibly drive a young mare out into the open when monsters lurked about. She had instilled a spark of fear within the girl that had yet to fully diminish. "Thee aren't afeard?" The question is not laced with malice, but genuine curiosity. "Shouldst we call those folk predators over monsters, I shall admit, I bethink mine own dreams wouldst still beest haunted in the same way." Would thinking of them in a new perspective change the way anyone felt about them? Maerys doubted it. Yes, she understood why they did what they did, but they were no good for the horses and as a warrior, Maerys knew she would not be able to show mercy to these beasts should they reveal themselves to her.
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