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.
Maerys wasn't awaiting another to approach her. Out of the sheer number of visitors, why would one address the child? Maerys was taking in her simplicity, silver-haired and mule-skinned, though those with unearthly shades and attachments should've amassed more inspections and comments. Vradara navigated high above her back, and she believed most strangers would reasonably not promptly notice the scaled creature. Her height was tinier than standard, by no means a bulky brute. In reality, it very well could've been her monotony that attracted others to her on this multifaceted island. Only the ax that lay on the floor only a couple yards away would call for inquiries, though Maerys did not assume strangers would even notice it.
What are you looking for?
The matron was captivating, brown, and beautiful as she spoke. Along her gut was the blue of cichlids in freshwater. Her eyes were the same hue, though far more impressive as they looked upon Maerys alight with questioning. Her horn grew from her brow in a spiral, both intimidating and imposing. (And though Maerys knows not of this, the strangers magic and companion were far more stately and noble than she could imagine.)
Maerys merely reflected on the inquiry for a moment as she did not know what she hunted for precisely- a relic. It could be anything for gods could be fickle beasts. A pebble, a gemstone, a palace, another horse? This surely was not the cleverest way to misuse free time, but Maerys was enamored with the idea of it all. First a bridge, then an island, these were not the most disturbing parts of this narrative. Maerys had traveled to many lands with bridges and islands. Yet after this was the figure of a unicorn and a cryptic announcement, added onto only by a dawn court yearling.
"Nothing, anything, solutions, articles," she rattled off quickly before sighing softly. "I knoweth not." Did anyone?
As these words left her lips, another had joined them. So intrepid and easy, her tasseled tailpiece moved softly to the swing of her dense body. Reasonably she would be something others tittered at if she weren’t already deftly created by the gods. A banded horse- copper, ochroid, bay, coal. How could that be? Beautiful and dangerous, both a weapon and a temptress. The pale child was fascinated.
This secondary stranger, dual-horned and moderately more intimidating than the original, praised Vradara, the fiery dragon creating great rounds in the air, a silhouette against the bright sun. The only acknowledgment the commentary received from the scaled beast was a distant screech as she proceeded gliding through the draft tides. Maerys smirked affectionately at the sound, her mauve eyes resting on the second stranger. "Yond outcry is an I thank thee,” came Maerys' swift response, but she was not done there. Not from a place of malice or contempt, the girl felt a twinge of desire to correct the stranger. "Though I has't to sayeth, the dragon is not mine own, your company now is not with a slaver.” Maybe it was incorrect to chide a stranger, one who had years of experience above the girl, but she believed that the mare would see where she was coming from. There could’ve been an existence where she fancied gaining authority with a raised whip – instead, she preferred a reality where she toiled side-by-side with others; where each worked with a spirit of respect and love to benefit the other. There could have been a way to show others that their soul was not owned by themselves but rather bought with nickels and dimes. Instead, she laughed and sang with her comrades, exchanging the prettiest of her ways and learning from the errors of others.
The girl was many things, but silent, when she believed she shouldn’t be, would never be one of those things. Though she did not want others to worry about their word choice too much around the girl, she would make her opinion known if she felt pressed to do so by any means. "Maerys, they call me,” she announced to the both of them after a moment, hoping that the others would not find her correction unneeded and cumbersome, but rather helpful and perhaps insightful and offer their own names, allowing the conversation to recommence.
What are you looking for?
The matron was captivating, brown, and beautiful as she spoke. Along her gut was the blue of cichlids in freshwater. Her eyes were the same hue, though far more impressive as they looked upon Maerys alight with questioning. Her horn grew from her brow in a spiral, both intimidating and imposing. (And though Maerys knows not of this, the strangers magic and companion were far more stately and noble than she could imagine.)
Maerys merely reflected on the inquiry for a moment as she did not know what she hunted for precisely- a relic. It could be anything for gods could be fickle beasts. A pebble, a gemstone, a palace, another horse? This surely was not the cleverest way to misuse free time, but Maerys was enamored with the idea of it all. First a bridge, then an island, these were not the most disturbing parts of this narrative. Maerys had traveled to many lands with bridges and islands. Yet after this was the figure of a unicorn and a cryptic announcement, added onto only by a dawn court yearling.
"Nothing, anything, solutions, articles," she rattled off quickly before sighing softly. "I knoweth not." Did anyone?
As these words left her lips, another had joined them. So intrepid and easy, her tasseled tailpiece moved softly to the swing of her dense body. Reasonably she would be something others tittered at if she weren’t already deftly created by the gods. A banded horse- copper, ochroid, bay, coal. How could that be? Beautiful and dangerous, both a weapon and a temptress. The pale child was fascinated.
This secondary stranger, dual-horned and moderately more intimidating than the original, praised Vradara, the fiery dragon creating great rounds in the air, a silhouette against the bright sun. The only acknowledgment the commentary received from the scaled beast was a distant screech as she proceeded gliding through the draft tides. Maerys smirked affectionately at the sound, her mauve eyes resting on the second stranger. "Yond outcry is an I thank thee,” came Maerys' swift response, but she was not done there. Not from a place of malice or contempt, the girl felt a twinge of desire to correct the stranger. "Though I has't to sayeth, the dragon is not mine own, your company now is not with a slaver.” Maybe it was incorrect to chide a stranger, one who had years of experience above the girl, but she believed that the mare would see where she was coming from. There could’ve been an existence where she fancied gaining authority with a raised whip – instead, she preferred a reality where she toiled side-by-side with others; where each worked with a spirit of respect and love to benefit the other. There could have been a way to show others that their soul was not owned by themselves but rather bought with nickels and dimes. Instead, she laughed and sang with her comrades, exchanging the prettiest of her ways and learning from the errors of others.
The girl was many things, but silent, when she believed she shouldn’t be, would never be one of those things. Though she did not want others to worry about their word choice too much around the girl, she would make her opinion known if she felt pressed to do so by any means. "Maerys, they call me,” she announced to the both of them after a moment, hoping that the others would not find her correction unneeded and cumbersome, but rather helpful and perhaps insightful and offer their own names, allowing the conversation to recommence.
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