because it's cold outside, cold outside, it's cold outside
Callynite
because it's cold inside, cold inside, it's cold inside
The doe only wanted to help, wanted to do what she could to make Meira stay, if only so she wouldn't feel like she failed one of her people so soon after taking over. If only to ensure herself that she wasn't so unfit. If only to see Meira happy, to help her see that Cally isn't about to turn her back on any of Dawn. They were a unit, in Cally's eyes. And the one thing Cally had learned back home, early on - no matter how big the party, you never leave a party member behind. Cally intended to use this same philosophy now, with her Court.
She wouldn't abandon Meira, even if it meant escorting Meira away and ensuring she had everything she needed for a fresh start elsewhere. But she does want to prove, to explain she can understand some of where Meira comes from, that she knows what it is to be different, feeling unwelcomed, that for the longest time, Dawn Court didn't feel like home. She fought for it, for everything she had now. Because she refused to give up, refused to give in. But she can see in those eyes, her words do little to sway, it seems. But still, Meira seems patient, letting her talk, letting her try to form some sort of story, trying to help her, trying show a relation, an understanding.
The mare suddenly jerks back, and it takes all of Cally's control to not react herself. To keep herself still, watching waiting. The other doesn't want comfort, so Cally doesn't offer it again. When she speaks this time, Cally sighs, but doesn't interrupt, trying to ignore the chill for the words. Not worth the effort. Why does everyone always seem to think that? No one is not worth the effort. No one is not worth the time. Everyone is worth saving.
Cally begins wondering if the real saving Meira needs is from herself, however. Not from those that chase her. And then the mare seems straighten. She stands taller, and the short doe meets the daggered gaze with calm collection, refusing to back down, to show weakness to this soldier. She might be tinier, but the faint glint off her horns, the steely determination in her own eyes, she's not some meek sovereign about to let others fight her battles. Its why she was here, now, fighting a losing battle against a mare who didn't want to be saved.
The other spoke again, of fighting every day for themselves, fighting for a peace denied. surviving far more than most would ever guess. She demanded to know when you stop just surviving. Then she says the words that Cally was waiting to hear, of it not being a funk, that she's fighting for her life, hunted everywhere, even in Delumine. Cally doesn't react to the challenge to her own abilities to protect another, but she feels a twinge, a twitch of her magic at the thought that someone would consider it not enough. Perhaps, at this moment, in this time; it wasn't. Not yet. But soon, soon she'd make it. She'd do her all. She'd hone her skills, she'd make Delumine proud. She'd show them all what she was capable. Ruling as the people's sovereign, protecting her people fearlessly from the front lines when needed. But this also is telling her so much knowledge.
Whoever chases after Meira, however, is the one this coldness growing in her heart is dedicated towards. Cally sighs as the mare calls out her challenge, her questioning if Cally could keep her safe, "I won't lie, I don't know if I can. Hell, every day I wonder if I'm doing anything in this place right. I'm not born or bred for leading, and hell knows I'm a deer trying to lead a tribe of horses - which is it's own joke at times. But, even if I cannot promise safety with out fighting, I can promise to always be in your corner. If anyone comes after you, you won't be fighting alone, and I'd use everything in my arsenal."
Cally's words go softer, "I don't believe in making shallow promises, and knowing so little about what is going on, I won't promise you a safety I cannot guarantee, especially so new to taking this throne, learning how to do this is a learning curve I'm tackling. But, that doesn't mean you cannot count on me. I'll always be ready and willing to fight at your side, even if it's us, back to back, against what ever searches for you. If that's enough for you, then I'll do everything in my power, my ability, to ensure that promise is kept.
"But, if it's not . . . I understand. I'd hate for you to leave, but you don't deserve to live somewhere that only makes you more afraid, looking over your shoulders. Can you rely on your fellow soldiers to have your back? For me to stay by your side, even if the going gets tough?" Callynite tilts her head, observing the other, knowing this was fully her decision, she couldn't make it for Meira, "If not, allow me the time to make sure you've a proper packed set of bags, to at least make the start of your journey elsewhere easier. If it is enough, then tell me what more I need to do to make Delumine feel safer for you."
show that you're scared like me so
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Meira
Notes: <3
and i know you may be scared
and i know we're unprepared
but i don't care
