Inkheart
JUST LIKE FIRE, BURNING OUT THE WAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
She is silent as she watches the golden girl, but her gaze is fixed on that of the smaller female, golden eyes intent and carefully observant. She isn't one to slaughter fellow Solterrans for their lack of faith, but that doesn't mean that she won't look down on them, perhaps even loathe them. She does not follow the Bexley's gaze that dances past Inkheart. Her eyes stay trained, not missing the smile that glances across the pale lips. Inkheart's head cocks ever so slightly, the sun beating down upon her dark hide, heating her. She basks in it, as if Solis is penetrating her skin and filling her throughout. It would be appropriate, given the turn in the conversation.
The snort that emanates tells enough before Bexley can form the words. Ardent worshiper she is not. Perhaps, Inkheart suspects, she does not even worship Solis. A dangerous thing to utter, even think in the land of the Sun God. But the sun-decorated lady does not admit what secrets may lie beneath, instead answering the question with a question. A diversion. The sarcastic humor that lights those blue eyes, flows through those bouncing curls, is impossible to miss. Inkheart's jaw tightens, but her gaze is still light. "..devoted enough. But probably not enough for your tastes." It's hard to find anyone with devotion enough to match her own.
Florentine, the flowery mare from the Dusk Court, was probably the only one to match the fervor with which she worships the Gods, considers them. She is not sure that anyone in Solterra can match the intellect with which she questions, examines, and accepts the will of Solis. "Better late than never." She says cooly in her deep velvety voice. "Everyone maintains their faith in their own way. As long as they are followers, all will be well." She smiles, warmer than her previous words. "Should you choose to visit, I have intentions to build a shrine to Solis, near the Court." Golden eyes glance north, seeing past the Teryr in the canyon, to the Court in the distance. It's obvious that she is envisioning the shrine, the temple that she intends to build, plans she has yet to reveal to anyone else.
