Arah HAPPINESS CAN AWLWAYS BE FOUND EVEN IN THE DARKEST OF TIMES; IF ONE ONLY REMEMBERS TO TURN ON THE LIGHT
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He was not unattractive she decided. Indeed the marring of his coat would be a shock to one's system, especially if they had seen or done the things Arah had. Unlike him she wore the worst of her ruined, wretched skin on the inside. Ugly scars that surely would turn away the fainthearted. Was he built similarly on the inside? Of course it was not only scars that told her story, there was her marking, her pendant and her eyes. The eyes that could change, steal and manipulate memories. The doe had altered memories to take away pain, assist others. The opposite as well.
The disappearance of her magic had been an unpleasant surprise of this land. Whatever wonders it held she was still struggling to get used to this change within herself. In a way the glowing star gifted to her reminded her that somewhere there was still magic. Where was the spirit now that Helovia had collapsed into the rift? Did she continue to reside in what remained of the lake? Or had she retreated to a different world that Arah would only be able to see when she passed on? True this new land was wondrous but every second Arah only had more questions about her past present and future.
This stallion was charming and she knew that he knew it. Indeed once one looked past the rugged coat they would see the sharp defining lines of his toned body. Strength. Brute strength. A warrior with the assumed prowess to match if the scars where any indication. The enemies may had managed to injure him but he was still alive, a victory in itself. She knew the cost of war, she seen the bodies of the fallen, crippled, trampled. Utterly empty. War was not for her, despite having fought in two massive scaled invasions in Helovia. It did not suit her personality but each time her loyalty to her leaders and herd mates had won out. What did he fight for? Perhaps he fought for justice. Perhaps he became a monster at the sight of spilled blood. Hopefully she would never have to know, not really. Such natures remained private for a reason, no one wanted to know what others were truly capable. No one wanted to see what they could be pushed to become.
When he allows his gaze to held Arah manages not to chuckle, though it is certainly a bizarre feeling. It's strange to think that she does not have to withhold any magic, there is no longer any danger in looking into another's eyes. Instead she can focus on seeing past the exterior and instead looking into another's soul. Did her see her shattered one? His soul? Mmm, there was undoubtedly pride, he was a whole man. Clearly he did not carry the weight of his past on his soul like she did. His was lighter, with less obsidian. Certainly she could learn something from him, if one such as him could let go then maybe she should as well. Had she not begun to in Helovia? Yes. It was what held her stand up straighter, keep moving forward.
She is please her words were amusing and not a sad attempt at humour. "Awful." She agreed. "All of the mourners would leave!" Shaking her head at the very thought of having the words 'crushed to death' for the explanation of her death was quite depressing. "Hmm." Was Arah's playful response to his suggestive tone. The doe knew that she was attractive to those who preferred blondes (wink), it was not a bad thing to be aware of this. Especially as being beautiful was not her personality or skill in life. Instead she'd been lucky with genetics.
"Thank you." She was grateful to have received a warm welcome from another member of the court. Pleased to hear that her hunch had been right and it was not just the King who lived in these rooms, Arah felt slightly more curious to see inside. When he moved to the side, voting her to take the first step the doe took a deep breath and stepped in to the stone structure. She wondered if there were any other motives to his words. Yet he'd been quite courteous to her, friendly too. Nodding she accepted his invitation. Surveying what could potentially be her new home she nodded. "A tour would would wonderful." She needed to learn about her new home and having someone beside her as she looked through the stone structure was a comforting thought. Allow the dance to continue, there was no need to the slow calming music of the waltz to stop now. Besides, if she found a space she liked then she'd be facing a warmer winter rather than freezing through the frozen months. A space of her own...that was an encouraging thought. It would be nice to have a space to call her own, even if it was in a death trap. "Lead on."
Feeling rude about the way she ordered him on, hoping it hadn't come across that way, she laughed. "I'm sorry, I'm being rude." Pausing she looked back over shoulder, a small smile tugging at her chops. "I'm Arah." Bowing her crowned head slightly she hoped for a name in turn.
