Post by // KULTA on Jan 14, 2007 12:27:49 GMT -5
THE golden hued mare waited patiently for a reply from all of the
stags; hopefully some of them would venture to tell her of their
pasts. It was not something she particularly needed to know
and she had half-lied to them, but it would still be nice to know
how they had grown up. Had everything been spoon-fed to
them? Had their parents fought and in the end killed
themselves? She doubted anyone’s past could be as tragic as
hers and she had to hope that no one else’s was. Hearing the
stumbling beginning of a statement from Requiem she turned
towards the stained czar, auds turned towards him catching his
lyrics. ”Do not be sorry; it was not your fault. Rather there
own folly.” For it was their folly to have loved but not known
each other well enough to know that one had the blackened
heart of one who followed the dark.
WHEN Dakota spoke she turned towards him replying to his
words as well. ”I am sorry, Lord Dakota.” For she was
she had at least had some part of her life with her parents. She
wondered if his father had raised him but she did not want to
intrude too much on his own personal privacy. Around her she
could hear the sweet birdsong of song birds all around them. A
cardinal raced across the meadow from one tree to another and
a pair of bluebirds’ leaped up in fright from the tree it had raced
into. A squirrel scolded something off in the distance, all of these
sounds were the sounds of life and Kulta could not help but feel
so much more relaxed with them all around her. She wondered if
it had been winter and the only sound would have been the
sound of their breaths in the frigid air if she would have been
more uptight.
NEW to the whole idea of claiming Kulta could guess what was
about to happen but was still slightly unsure about how the
whole process worked. Before she had come to this spot she
had observed other groups and noticed that the czars and the
fae always conversed for awhile until all of the stags asked in the
fae would please come live with them and then the fae would
choose. Still though she had missed the other parts of those
conversations and was not sure if they had missed anything. The
stags around her she was sure had been here multiple times she
guessed, for they all had at least one mare. So she had to
guess that they all knew how this whole thing worked better
then her, so now she just had to wait and see what happened.
[[Sorry this reply took so long.]]
