[AW] the new blooms

[Maerys]

there are nights when the wolves are silent
and only the horses howl

The seasons develop and devolve just as the tide swells and subsides. Like a steadfast drum, nature proceeds to batter along with the patterned metronome of time. Maerys has come to learn that nothing that resembles permanency actually is; granite constructions retire to the soil, darlings regress to strangers, flesh and fiber that once labored in battles converts to compost for perennials. 

Delumine was not immune to this variety of transformation; what once felt like a fortified collection of dedicated individuals that comprised a powerful court now felt barren, a sensation amplified by the draft that lamented through the mortar and brick walls of its fortress and by the absence of their sovereign.

Was it exclusively Maerys that felt this way?

She had begun to neglect the court that provided her with everything she could've required. She took for granted the tender stroke of field against her ivory pasterns, the reprieve from the crystalline sun the trees offered her, the merciful bubbling of the creek that doused her dehydration. 

Yet, Maerys craved to correct this.

So she strode through the palace, her hooves clattering against the stone as Vradara's distant sonances echoed from the heaven just outside the dense walls. Her mauve eyes meticulously scoured the intricate architecture as she wordlessly mused, her feelings moderately scattered. 

<3 a little rusty

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