Israfel
Being caught in a torrential downpour was not how the Sun Daughter wished to spend her evening. The Warden of Terrastella had secluded herself to the shorelines of Novus, fully intending to long-trot through the sands to strengthen her legs. At first it had gone splendidly, her mood fair and sound. The clouds on the horizon had worried her slightly, but she had assumed that she would have time to return home. As luck would have it, the winds had changed, and too quickly they brought the clouds closer to shore, and with it, the cruelty of a spring rainstorm. Running into anyone else amidst such weather seemed impossible.
She had half the mind to turn around. Israfel wasn’t in the mood for company, her mood as sour and piss-poor as the raging weather around her, so when she spotted the two figures through the pelting rain, lingering upon the shoreline, she damn near did turn around… Except the promise of shelter, of reprieve from the unrelenting storm was just up ahead. The outcropping of rocks would allow for a dry place to wait out the storm, and that was her destination. Or, had been. She really didn’t want to deal with any company right now. Maybe she could just slink right on by.
The two strangers also appeared to be caught in the onslaught of the spring storm, and yet neither seemed particularly bothered about the fact. One, a robust figure of muscle and bulk and the color of sodden rust, stood forlornly within the water, churning waves pulling at the long hairs upon his legs. Israfel did not recognize him, but she did recognize his melancholic stature. The other figure she recognized only after blinking the rainwater from vermilion eyes, taking a moment to place the soaked mousey grey and alabaster. Seraphina, the Sovereign of Solterra. Israfel recalled their brief meeting. It had been pleasant enough. The Sovereign had allowed she and Isorath to linger among her Capitol, to assist in the wake of disaster. It was due to that visit that Israfel had developed a love for the deserts of Solterra.
What she wouldn’t give to be there now…
Stalking through the muddy sands, her hair hanging limp and sodden about her neck, Israfel advanced. She offered them both a glance, vermilion depths filled with a fire that the raging storm could not douse. If it were not for Seraphina’s presence, the Daughter of the Sun might have just ignored the moping stallion standing in the water, but the last thing that she wanted was to appear poorly in the presence of another Sovereign. Gods have mercy if word got back to Florentine of her behavior.
So, the Warden of Terrastella sucked it up. It was just a little rain. Fuck it, right? After all, she had worse. Dying tended to put all of that into perspective. Compared to that, chatting amidst a rainstorm was easy. Gilded hooves halted within the wet sand, the gold and ivory shield-maiden pausing upon the shore. She cast a cursory glance around before settling on the two, and offered Seraphina a respectful nod. “Lady.” It was all she offered by way of greeting, the word simple, yet meaningful. Israfel’s burning gaze turned then to the moping rust colored stallion. “… Far from the best place to take a bath.”
She had half the mind to turn around. Israfel wasn’t in the mood for company, her mood as sour and piss-poor as the raging weather around her, so when she spotted the two figures through the pelting rain, lingering upon the shoreline, she damn near did turn around… Except the promise of shelter, of reprieve from the unrelenting storm was just up ahead. The outcropping of rocks would allow for a dry place to wait out the storm, and that was her destination. Or, had been. She really didn’t want to deal with any company right now. Maybe she could just slink right on by.
The two strangers also appeared to be caught in the onslaught of the spring storm, and yet neither seemed particularly bothered about the fact. One, a robust figure of muscle and bulk and the color of sodden rust, stood forlornly within the water, churning waves pulling at the long hairs upon his legs. Israfel did not recognize him, but she did recognize his melancholic stature. The other figure she recognized only after blinking the rainwater from vermilion eyes, taking a moment to place the soaked mousey grey and alabaster. Seraphina, the Sovereign of Solterra. Israfel recalled their brief meeting. It had been pleasant enough. The Sovereign had allowed she and Isorath to linger among her Capitol, to assist in the wake of disaster. It was due to that visit that Israfel had developed a love for the deserts of Solterra.
What she wouldn’t give to be there now…
Stalking through the muddy sands, her hair hanging limp and sodden about her neck, Israfel advanced. She offered them both a glance, vermilion depths filled with a fire that the raging storm could not douse. If it were not for Seraphina’s presence, the Daughter of the Sun might have just ignored the moping stallion standing in the water, but the last thing that she wanted was to appear poorly in the presence of another Sovereign. Gods have mercy if word got back to Florentine of her behavior.
So, the Warden of Terrastella sucked it up. It was just a little rain. Fuck it, right? After all, she had worse. Dying tended to put all of that into perspective. Compared to that, chatting amidst a rainstorm was easy. Gilded hooves halted within the wet sand, the gold and ivory shield-maiden pausing upon the shore. She cast a cursory glance around before settling on the two, and offered Seraphina a respectful nod. “Lady.” It was all she offered by way of greeting, the word simple, yet meaningful. Israfel’s burning gaze turned then to the moping rust colored stallion. “… Far from the best place to take a bath.”
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