DULCE ET DECORUM EST PRO PATRIA MORI--
In an instant, the world broke -
One moment, the Solterrans were recovering, building, growing, sealing the wounds that Zolin had left behind; the next, she found herself reminded of how ephemeral and fragile life in the Mors was. As she stared at the disappearing shape of the teryr, a scream of Maxence welled up in her throat, but she knew that it would do her no good to shriek after someone who might well already be dead. Seraphina could only watch the disappearing shapes of the teryrs, hooves rooted in the sand, as she felt dull shock – ants crawling under her skin, a numbness, but no grief, no loss, no tears to shed – wash over her in waves. As she stared up at that blindingly bright sky, the heat and light blurring her vision, Seraphina felt nothing but the pricking taste of copper in her mouth.
Damnit, they could have done-
She didn’t have time to waste on the past, however; what was done was done. Now, as she felt the eyes of the gathered Solterrans on her back, Seraphina found herself reminded that she had a fragile peace to maintain. She turned, seeking out Avdotya with her mismatched gaze. (At the very least, she thought grimly, two of the regime remained.) The dark, serpentine mare was quick to speak to the crowd, and she nodded her confirmation to her words, then added, “I will set a pyre to burn at dawn. Attend if you wish.” It would be irresponsible to offer no closure to the sovereign’s death – she suspected that some of the court might wish to mourn.
For now, however, she had matters of succession to attend to.
I'M IN A ROOM MADE OUT OF MIRRORSand there's no way to escape the violence of a girl against herself.☼please tag Sera! contact is encouraged, short of violence
