she was powerful not because she wasn't scared,
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
Corrdelia was a bird in the sky, her body composed of storm clouds and rain. Maerys had always known it would be a great joy to fly in the sky, powerful and freeing; flying looked much like that stranger now as it did in Maerys' rosy imagination of it - hilarity and delight.
Giggling, like a little girl, was that mare. It was nothing but contagious, hurling itself through the draft and poisoning Maerys who laughed much like the princess she was born to be. It was a sumptuous sound, sonorous and luscious, blending into the tempest and the pegasus' titters. Even the birds would halt to observe the couple, one ochroid and one steel, move like lightning across the land with those sounds emanating from their throats as the wind beat their faces and the snowflakes kissed their flesh.
Care to race?
She contributed an eager nod in response and that was it before they both took off full speed ahead, one soaring and one running.
And, oh, running she did. Her hooves hammered into the ground, striking snow and rock alike. She traversed the jagged terrain with tremendous paces, her diminutive frame extending each limb as far as it would go, suggesting that perhaps she was not made of sinew and joints, but coiled springs instead.
Some time ago, Maerys would have balked at the idea of running so far and fast with no destination in mind, but now she relished in it. Those hooves, unyielding and resolute, were made to travel with the ferocity of a lion. Breathing patterned, heart sound - she'd been born to run.
Yet Corrdelia had been born to fly and when Maerys pulled up at the end of their race, she was not sure who had gotten their first.
From beyond her syrupy smile and solid breaths cut the words "I like you, stranger." Not many would drop their worries and play as they had. Their world was so complicated and difficult - titans, laws, murders, sacrifices, betrayal, angst, love, hate, despair - it was a relief to be as free as they were now.
"I am Maerys," she finally volunteered.
Giggling, like a little girl, was that mare. It was nothing but contagious, hurling itself through the draft and poisoning Maerys who laughed much like the princess she was born to be. It was a sumptuous sound, sonorous and luscious, blending into the tempest and the pegasus' titters. Even the birds would halt to observe the couple, one ochroid and one steel, move like lightning across the land with those sounds emanating from their throats as the wind beat their faces and the snowflakes kissed their flesh.
Care to race?
She contributed an eager nod in response and that was it before they both took off full speed ahead, one soaring and one running.
And, oh, running she did. Her hooves hammered into the ground, striking snow and rock alike. She traversed the jagged terrain with tremendous paces, her diminutive frame extending each limb as far as it would go, suggesting that perhaps she was not made of sinew and joints, but coiled springs instead.
Some time ago, Maerys would have balked at the idea of running so far and fast with no destination in mind, but now she relished in it. Those hooves, unyielding and resolute, were made to travel with the ferocity of a lion. Breathing patterned, heart sound - she'd been born to run.
Yet Corrdelia had been born to fly and when Maerys pulled up at the end of their race, she was not sure who had gotten their first.
From beyond her syrupy smile and solid breaths cut the words "I like you, stranger." Not many would drop their worries and play as they had. Their world was so complicated and difficult - titans, laws, murders, sacrifices, betrayal, angst, love, hate, despair - it was a relief to be as free as they were now.
"I am Maerys," she finally volunteered.
M A E R Y S
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