there are nights when the wolves are silent
and only the horses howl
and only the horses howl
There was a moment where Maerys' face washed blank with confusion; it was as if her brain could not process the information gathered from her wide eyes quickly enough. For a fraction of a second, there was an inability to compute.
The warrior had stopped herself from running into the aurelian man but found the space between them to be sparse, her face just inches from his. For a fleeting breath in time, a heavy silence fell over them, a thick tension that made Maerys' cheeks heat with the saccharine touch of embarrassment.
He was a sepia prince, with flanks of bleached buttercup; golden, like the delicately sewn apparel of royals and the wealth they hold so dear to their heart. He was cloaked in a warm color and had Maerys been a shade more vibrant, perhaps they could've looked like siblings.
And then she giggled.
Her snicker was a pebble skipping across a lustrous pool, producing ripples of mirth where there had been none. Beneath a heaven that promised glacial precipitation in the impending months and with arduous autumnal nights ahead, that childish eruption of joviality was a relief she hadn't previously known she needed, for in that noise was the minutest division of her psyche.
"You frightened me," she proclaimed once her titters had dissolved into quiet once more, shifting away from him to provide a more comfortable atmosphere for their conversation. Maerys knew the souls of her land well - after all, she had pledged to guard them - and promptly knew the stallion was not a resident here.
Maerys had always had a gift for dampening flames rather than kindling them while seeking explanations and the truth, this instance was no different. She'd always carried a sense of calm with her, but behind the face of a simple woman was the hardened mind of a soldier; she was cautious, wary, and steadfast. "What hast brought thee to this court?" The question was not accusatory and came off more curious than interrogatory. "I am Maerys, a solider of Delumine."
Her dark-tipped ears swiveled on her skull as she waited for the golden stranger's response.
The warrior had stopped herself from running into the aurelian man but found the space between them to be sparse, her face just inches from his. For a fleeting breath in time, a heavy silence fell over them, a thick tension that made Maerys' cheeks heat with the saccharine touch of embarrassment.
He was a sepia prince, with flanks of bleached buttercup; golden, like the delicately sewn apparel of royals and the wealth they hold so dear to their heart. He was cloaked in a warm color and had Maerys been a shade more vibrant, perhaps they could've looked like siblings.
And then she giggled.
Her snicker was a pebble skipping across a lustrous pool, producing ripples of mirth where there had been none. Beneath a heaven that promised glacial precipitation in the impending months and with arduous autumnal nights ahead, that childish eruption of joviality was a relief she hadn't previously known she needed, for in that noise was the minutest division of her psyche.
"You frightened me," she proclaimed once her titters had dissolved into quiet once more, shifting away from him to provide a more comfortable atmosphere for their conversation. Maerys knew the souls of her land well - after all, she had pledged to guard them - and promptly knew the stallion was not a resident here.
Maerys had always had a gift for dampening flames rather than kindling them while seeking explanations and the truth, this instance was no different. She'd always carried a sense of calm with her, but behind the face of a simple woman was the hardened mind of a soldier; she was cautious, wary, and steadfast. "What hast brought thee to this court?" The question was not accusatory and came off more curious than interrogatory. "I am Maerys, a solider of Delumine."
Her dark-tipped ears swiveled on her skull as she waited for the golden stranger's response.
@Atlas
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