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.
The ocean, it had always been Maerys' sister of watery depths and excellence. And those watery depths were the soul of this world, the keeper of brethren below the surface. And those waters, powerful and savage and bitter, flowed over mountains and to the depths of trenches just the same, reaching around the globe in a lusty embrace.
But now Solterra was adorned with sand crests over water; the heat of the sun over the ice of the waves.
And the red of it all - the feeling you got when your face heated up and your mouth started to stutter and your eyelashes hurt because your vision was so blurred and tired.
It was that. And more, maybe.
"Toro, Hajduk," she beamed good-naturedly as she regarded the two of them. They were a spectacular pair, profound and ivory as they bathed in the aurelian of the sun.
Toro was more towering than the standard greater than the majority and it was enthralling in a way that Maerys could do nothing but gawk at. He was far from rangy - there was mass on him - with a convex profile, shapely legs, and a compact structure. And when she regarded the purity of his color she felt that the skies had grown clear today because the clouds rested upon his flesh, dyeing the fibers of his body with their porcelain kiss, as if they decided the heavens would be earth-bound today.
Hajduk, he was no different, striding as if his very joints were engineered by a higher power. Maerys was a believer of evolution, but something about the beast made her want to believe it'd been sculpted by the divine.
"Aye -" she nodded "- 'tis the truth that I am a warrior, I am from Delumine." Would it surprise how it surprised the others? Or had he already figured it out and pushed the question to confirm what he already suspected? "What art thou?"
She thought,
she thought,
she thought she knew from one glance
But she had been wrong so many times.
If it was easy for a wolf to dress as a sheep, couldn't it be easy for a sheep to hide as a wolf among wolves?
But now Solterra was adorned with sand crests over water; the heat of the sun over the ice of the waves.
And the red of it all - the feeling you got when your face heated up and your mouth started to stutter and your eyelashes hurt because your vision was so blurred and tired.
It was that. And more, maybe.
"Toro, Hajduk," she beamed good-naturedly as she regarded the two of them. They were a spectacular pair, profound and ivory as they bathed in the aurelian of the sun.
Toro was more towering than the standard greater than the majority and it was enthralling in a way that Maerys could do nothing but gawk at. He was far from rangy - there was mass on him - with a convex profile, shapely legs, and a compact structure. And when she regarded the purity of his color she felt that the skies had grown clear today because the clouds rested upon his flesh, dyeing the fibers of his body with their porcelain kiss, as if they decided the heavens would be earth-bound today.
Hajduk, he was no different, striding as if his very joints were engineered by a higher power. Maerys was a believer of evolution, but something about the beast made her want to believe it'd been sculpted by the divine.
"Aye -" she nodded "- 'tis the truth that I am a warrior, I am from Delumine." Would it surprise how it surprised the others? Or had he already figured it out and pushed the question to confirm what he already suspected? "What art thou?"
She thought,
she thought,
she thought she knew from one glance
But she had been wrong so many times.
If it was easy for a wolf to dress as a sheep, couldn't it be easy for a sheep to hide as a wolf among wolves?
M A E R Y S
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