Luvena
Though her days in Herstial were far behind her, she often thought back to them. A few years ago they had been horribly sad thoughts. About her husband, her mother, her father. The kingdom in flames, the ashes that flurried down behind them, as they made their retreat. Nowadays she remembered it differently. She remembered tender moments, where her mother dismissed the maids, oiling her coat and braiding her mane herself. Singing sweet Lullabies all the while. Or when her father taught her different things about the land around them. How to dig under tree roots to make a secret cavern. That one had come in handy back in the eternal woods, during the great storms.
Other memories were not as sweet. Her mother and father, whispering when they thought she couldn't hear, about how they didn't know what would happen to Herstal. After all, they didn't consider her a suitable heir. Not on her own at least. She was too frail. She wished her parents could have seen her, ruling Crucis. It had been alongside Oberon, but he had never patronized her, never pitied her. He valued her as a capable companion. They were able to rule together, without being a couple.
Her worst thoughts now were of her sons. Of the land she had called her second home, that she had watched, slowly crumble around her. Of her mate who had left, without a word, or a trace. She had no idea where Liatris was. Back in Elysium, he had stayed in The Red Waste, his birthplace, while She had gone back to the Eternal Woods. Her land, even though it wasn't hers anymore. And then Elysium crumbled... She still didn't know if he left before the land died or not.
Though it was against the rules of the dusk court to worship any other god besides its own, at night, secretly, she still prayed to Acrux and Vega under her breath. Wishing for Liatris' protection. She knew the punishments she may face if she were caught. But she couldn't give them up. One who had allowed her to have her son, and one who had saved her from her dying breath, for a little while at least.
It was Vega's named she had to stop herself from saying in surprise as the other mare came up behind her, dropping the feverfew leaf she had been about to lay on the shelf. Instead, a strangled noise came from her throat. "sorry" she murmured, in the breathy voice that always carried her words. Turning around she looked at the mare in front of her. A young mare, slightly shorter than herself, but far more well built. Exhausted, it took her a moment to register the mare's words. "I'm alright" she replied, a soft smile crossing her lips, pulling the skin tight over her face. "Just tired, is all. I'm Luvena. It's nice to meet you." Though she was tired of offering explanations to those in Novus, truth be told, the day had been long. It was the farthest she had pushed herself since the fall, and her body was feeling the effects of her journey. "I could use a hand unpacking these though" she gestured to the half-unpacked bundles of herbs behind her.
@Elena
Other memories were not as sweet. Her mother and father, whispering when they thought she couldn't hear, about how they didn't know what would happen to Herstal. After all, they didn't consider her a suitable heir. Not on her own at least. She was too frail. She wished her parents could have seen her, ruling Crucis. It had been alongside Oberon, but he had never patronized her, never pitied her. He valued her as a capable companion. They were able to rule together, without being a couple.
Her worst thoughts now were of her sons. Of the land she had called her second home, that she had watched, slowly crumble around her. Of her mate who had left, without a word, or a trace. She had no idea where Liatris was. Back in Elysium, he had stayed in The Red Waste, his birthplace, while She had gone back to the Eternal Woods. Her land, even though it wasn't hers anymore. And then Elysium crumbled... She still didn't know if he left before the land died or not.
Though it was against the rules of the dusk court to worship any other god besides its own, at night, secretly, she still prayed to Acrux and Vega under her breath. Wishing for Liatris' protection. She knew the punishments she may face if she were caught. But she couldn't give them up. One who had allowed her to have her son, and one who had saved her from her dying breath, for a little while at least.
It was Vega's named she had to stop herself from saying in surprise as the other mare came up behind her, dropping the feverfew leaf she had been about to lay on the shelf. Instead, a strangled noise came from her throat. "sorry" she murmured, in the breathy voice that always carried her words. Turning around she looked at the mare in front of her. A young mare, slightly shorter than herself, but far more well built. Exhausted, it took her a moment to register the mare's words. "I'm alright" she replied, a soft smile crossing her lips, pulling the skin tight over her face. "Just tired, is all. I'm Luvena. It's nice to meet you." Though she was tired of offering explanations to those in Novus, truth be told, the day had been long. It was the farthest she had pushed herself since the fall, and her body was feeling the effects of her journey. "I could use a hand unpacking these though" she gestured to the half-unpacked bundles of herbs behind her.
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