Still the gophers continued to dig, to tear up the floor of the citadel with ease. Fiona wondered if they desired a comfortable bed, for did they not sleep in tunnels for safety and warmth? Perhaps... if they gathered blankets and bundled them up onto the floor? Her lavender eyes bounced from each equine in the room, wishing that the words could pass her lips. If only she had her pens, her paper, she could write a note. If only she could speak, but oh, she could not and never had it brought such negative emotions to her than this disaster seems to have. For a moment, tears sprung to her eyes, heat rising in her already flushed cheeks, and she could not help but wonder what good was she?
Then, she felt the warmth of another at her side, and her head turned to find Atreus standing there. The expression on his face caused her eyes to wander, landing then on the strange grey mare, though she was grey no longer. The all too familiar colors of a brilliant sunset began to fade into her coat, like the ones Fiona had painted more than once. This mare was no mere mortal, no mere citizen of Dusk nor any other court on Novus. For a moment, the lavender and ivory girl forgot anything else, too amazed by the transformation she was witnessing.
She realized quickly that some of the others had sprung into action to try and stop the damage the gophers were doing. Chiding them like children, which almost brought a chuckle to her lips. Were they not similar, children and animals? Oh, but unfortunately they could not understand the words spoken. The tone, perhaps, if they were lucky. Still others came bearing food, treats, perhaps, to occupy their guests? Fiona felt almost too overwhelmed by the bustling and the noise and she took an unstable step to the side, closer to Atreus that her side might brush against his wing. He was her foundation, when all else was unsteady, and she sought warmth from him without truly thinking about it. Would their tactics work, or was their court simply doomed by these gophers?
Then, she felt the warmth of another at her side, and her head turned to find Atreus standing there. The expression on his face caused her eyes to wander, landing then on the strange grey mare, though she was grey no longer. The all too familiar colors of a brilliant sunset began to fade into her coat, like the ones Fiona had painted more than once. This mare was no mere mortal, no mere citizen of Dusk nor any other court on Novus. For a moment, the lavender and ivory girl forgot anything else, too amazed by the transformation she was witnessing.
She realized quickly that some of the others had sprung into action to try and stop the damage the gophers were doing. Chiding them like children, which almost brought a chuckle to her lips. Were they not similar, children and animals? Oh, but unfortunately they could not understand the words spoken. The tone, perhaps, if they were lucky. Still others came bearing food, treats, perhaps, to occupy their guests? Fiona felt almost too overwhelmed by the bustling and the noise and she took an unstable step to the side, closer to Atreus that her side might brush against his wing. He was her foundation, when all else was unsteady, and she sought warmth from him without truly thinking about it. Would their tactics work, or was their court simply doomed by these gophers?
