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I DO NOT BELIEVE THINGS ARE REBORN IN FIRE
I BELIEVE THEY'RE CONSUMED BY FIRE
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He's been here nearly a year now and each day the sunrise is different. Today it is calm and unremarkable, humble even, Solis taking the stage without pomp. It is spring and promise is in the air- the sky does not need to overcompensate, not this quiet morning. The world is eager enough for a new day.
Eik had spent almost the whole winter in Solterra, turning his wandering mind and feet away from the intrigue of new land and focusing inward instead. There is much to discover in the desert, in the maze of canyons and sand dunes. There is a startling diversity to the landscape that at first glance seems barren. For all the ways the desert punishes, it provides.
He is on his way to the court when the broad-shouldered messenger finds him. How the lad managed to find him in the wilds is no small mystery, but from the fine layer of sweat on his flanks it must have taken some time. Message delivered, the young stallion zips away, leaving Eik intrigued and slightly concerned.
Burning one... His mind toys with her name, her secret name (or so he thinks of it), and all its implications. A name is just a word, yet to him there is something sacred about a name, something prophetic about the giving or receiving of it. He may scorn the gods, but never the power of a name-- especially a secret one.
He quickens his pace slightly, but rushing is not in his nature.
He finds her among her papers and unlit candles, eyes so full of thoughts that for a moment he does not want to disrupt her. He nickers softly in greeting, then steps into the room to meet her gaze readily. "Seraphina." The young queen softens him, and he offers a small and almost shy smile. "You summoned?" The smile is gone, and his face is a mask of placid interest.
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AND THE FIRE HAS A LIFE OF ITS OWN
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Seraphina :3
Time makes fools of us all
