Caelum
i got a wildcard up my sleeve
and if love keeps giving me lemons
i'll just mix 'em in my drink
The fae was concerned.
It was hard not to be with the way the little colt looked. Even from where she stood, she could smell the soot, and burnt feathers. See the patchiness of his body. He looked to be in quite the state, and she couldn't imagine how much he must hurt. It felt silly to ask if he was OK, but she also knew that you couldn't just jump the gun in treating anyone. They need to want to be treated. So, she approached with caution.
She wondered about his response however.
It almost seemed scripted, even if he didn't seem willing to look away from her. A volcano erupting in anger, it being his fault? This was deserved? The mare frowned gently, before she moved a little closer, "How could it have been your fault? And no one deserves suffering, I assure you. Least, for my past deeds, I'd be in worse a state than you are." She told him gently, her words soft and gentle . . . as if . . . As if she was speaking to Vasillius rather than a strange colt on the cusp of adulthood.
She couldn't help but worry.
He then seemed to focus on her wings, and she smiled, buzzing them slightly, letting them flick off more of the iridescent dust that wafted off of them like starshine. "I'm a fae." She offers by explanation, though she doesn't go into detail, she never did. How do you explain you're a Fae Queen who has abandoned her home, her people, her everything. She hated herself just for remembering what she did. The little colt draws her attention back to him with his name and the questions.
Instantly Caelum smiles gently, reassuringly.
"My name is Caelum, and you're welcome to shorten it any way you wish. Yes, Denocte is the land that is controlled by Night Court - this court. It's the court I belong to. Though I know a few members of Dusk Court as well." She tilted her head gently, before motioning for him, "Come now, Aeon, please let me at least aid you. I promise I know what I am doing . . . and you look like you could use a bit of healing. I'll even treat you to some tea, and I believe I have some pastries left over from today's sales. Are you hungry?"
Caelum just couldn't help it.
She was a motherly type who never had the chance to mother.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Aeon
Notes: <3
It was hard not to be with the way the little colt looked. Even from where she stood, she could smell the soot, and burnt feathers. See the patchiness of his body. He looked to be in quite the state, and she couldn't imagine how much he must hurt. It felt silly to ask if he was OK, but she also knew that you couldn't just jump the gun in treating anyone. They need to want to be treated. So, she approached with caution.
She wondered about his response however.
It almost seemed scripted, even if he didn't seem willing to look away from her. A volcano erupting in anger, it being his fault? This was deserved? The mare frowned gently, before she moved a little closer, "How could it have been your fault? And no one deserves suffering, I assure you. Least, for my past deeds, I'd be in worse a state than you are." She told him gently, her words soft and gentle . . . as if . . . As if she was speaking to Vasillius rather than a strange colt on the cusp of adulthood.
She couldn't help but worry.
He then seemed to focus on her wings, and she smiled, buzzing them slightly, letting them flick off more of the iridescent dust that wafted off of them like starshine. "I'm a fae." She offers by explanation, though she doesn't go into detail, she never did. How do you explain you're a Fae Queen who has abandoned her home, her people, her everything. She hated herself just for remembering what she did. The little colt draws her attention back to him with his name and the questions.
Instantly Caelum smiles gently, reassuringly.
"My name is Caelum, and you're welcome to shorten it any way you wish. Yes, Denocte is the land that is controlled by Night Court - this court. It's the court I belong to. Though I know a few members of Dusk Court as well." She tilted her head gently, before motioning for him, "Come now, Aeon, please let me at least aid you. I promise I know what I am doing . . . and you look like you could use a bit of healing. I'll even treat you to some tea, and I believe I have some pastries left over from today's sales. Are you hungry?"
Caelum just couldn't help it.
She was a motherly type who never had the chance to mother.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Aeon
Notes: <3
and all the stars go dark
i'll keep a light on in my soul
keep a bluebird in my heart
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