The tall black horse moved quietly through his home. he knew that he had to speak with Sorrel and Dark Sunrise before it became too late for him. Life had been good here in Vernien En' Seere, but he was so much older now. And time was against him, he knew.
Spotting the sorrel stallion, he moved in that direction. "Sorrel," he called.
Up went the sorrel head and Sorrel looked right at him. Then he started to move. "Yes Sigaf?" he asked as he neared his betta.
Dark Sunrise lifted her dainty head as did her son, Thryza. The wind brought her kings muscial lyrics to her harks and she tossed her head elegantly, allowing her long ebony tresses flicker around her small hooves. "Thryza," she called to her son and turned neatly on her heels, trotting off with her black son following silently. He learnt quickly not to annoy his mother, annoy her and be snapped up. Do as your told and not ask questions and you'll be fine. "Oh, hello," Dark Sunrise greeted the two stallions, her harks flickering as another red-bay figure entered the the clearing.
"Sorrel, Sigaf," the tall stag greeted the pair with a bow of his handsome head, flashing Dark Sunrise and her son a warm smile before looking back to the stallions.
"Sunrise," Sorrel said, nuzzling her in greeting. "Thryza." He then looked to Sigaf, who was quite the bit older than him. "What did you call for, Sigaf?" he then looked at Bearla. "Greetings Bearla."
Sigaf sighed and looked at all of them. "I am growing too old now, Sorrel. Diamond and I will die soon, which means you will not have a betta any more. However we will have one foal before we die, and it is a request we ask, not only of you, Sorrel, but of you as well, Bearla."
The large, gentle stallion shifted his head, blinking his brown orbs in surprise at the stag. His time was coming to an end...he had guessed at least but the had hoped it untruthful. "What is it Sigaf?" he questioned lightly, wanting to know what his wish was.
Dark Sunrise smiled at her mates touch, leaning slightly into him and letting her slightly softer side show for once. "Father," the colt greeted him and a flick of her stumpy tail before galloping off to play by himself, legs flying in all directions.
"It is not something I ask easily of you Bearla. If there were a way around it I would not bother you about it. But I fear that Diamond and I will die before our foal matures. I was hoping that, should this happen that you will stay on here, in my place until our foal is old enough to take over from me."
Sorrel snorted. "That is something that I would ask of no other as well, if it had been me, Bearla." He smiled sadly. "I would ahve asked you to be my betta in any case should they not have a male foal."
He tossed his large head in surprise, brown locks floating down to the ground as he studied them. "I..." he said and sighed, looking over his shoulder and paused "I cannot answer you right now." He flashed a small sad smile, lowering his head slightly. "Nothing would please me more, but my mate...my love, I must speak to her first," he explained and Sunrise chuckled lightly. "Speak with your Queen, Bearla," she said, flashing a look to Sorrel as if to dare him to object "decide together."
"That is fine, Bearla," Sigaf said. "Talk it over, I don't need an answer immediately, freind."
Sorrel nodded. "I agree there. Its pointless planning things without talking it over with our queens. I know that much, and beleive me, its not worth the effort if you leave them in the dark." He'd heard a rumour that Thowra's daughter was with Bearla, but he did not beleive until he saw it.
"Thank you, my kings," he said with a bow of his handsome head, turning smartly and trotting back to the trees with a streaming banner.
Dark Sunrise smiled slightly, her good for the day done. "Sorrel, play with your son," she scolded him as the colt danced around his father. "He wishes to learn more of the land," she said with a small smile, nuzzling his shoulder.
Long, slender pillars moved over the sand gracefully, silently as a raised crown surveyed it. The dark eyed fae had never known the land of gentle sands. Small, sharp harks were perked as she went on lazily, her stereotypical thoroughbred form gracing the eyes of all in the lands. Tresses of perlino flowed midway down her slender neck as a smile placed itself upon her face. Like he mother before her, love had come and blossomed into a rose of many different hues. One of the most important was happiness, something rarely found by anyone, let alone someone as unworthy as her.
Maura spotted a group of horses that included the king, queen, and the her true love. As she laid her eyes upon his handsome bodice, her heart fluttered a little as she stopped gradually and gracefully. Bowing slightly to her king, she rose to giggle and nuzzle him lovingly. Maura knew that there were errands to complete here, but it would really be best for them to get a move on to their next home. Finally, she had settled on a place of her choice - either Sea of Sands or Valeska. Between those two, she would allow him to choose. "My love," she whispered, turning to glace at the others.
"King Sorrel, Sigaf, Queen, and heir; greetings," replied the princess warmly, lowering her crown to them. They were all the same - royalty, but she did not mind being a beta or even a sub herding queen. Juli would have expected more of the royal blood, but you could never please everyone. The most important thing was to please yourself, and Maura had done quite well with doing that. Bearla and her were madly in love, and nothing in the world could change that - not even if one of them were to perish.
"Maura," he breathed, nose brushing against her soft pelt and a geniune smile appearing upon his maw. At last, she had made it.
His brown hued coat rippled as he shifted away slightly, gesturing towards the trees with his head as if wanting her to follow him. "We must talk Maura," he said gently, breathing deeply though his nose so to remember her pure scent.
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Nodding a delicate crown, the pearly princess strode away from the group until all she could hear was the breathing of her and him, together for a reason. What is was, no one would know until it happened. Once in every while, there was a perfect for one mare and stag. Bloodlines didn't matter, nor did raising or past. All that mattered was the now and how they could preserve their time together and keep it dear to them through those heart wrenching moments. Juli, her mother, had plenty of them when she feared the brother of her beloved. No matter though, for they had no enemies, and not one could touch her.
"Yes," she said quietly, persuading him to announce the topic of interest. Perhaps, there was a secret war going on between him and someone else. Everything would be fine though, and she could feel it from his confident glow. One must confide with their lovers, though, before making any extreme decisions. Maura knew that it must be important, but not all important things were bad, Juli had taught her. The first time her love had a 'I need to talk to you' moment, he had asked her to take the throne of the forest of snow. None of the wonderful things in her life wouldn't be if she hadn't.
His dark orbs lit up with amsument, wathcing her form twitch and await for him to continue. "I have been...offered a position..." he mumbled, nose brushing into her neck. "Sigaf is on his way out....I have been offered his position," he told her, breathing deeply and waiting for her to speak. He knew she didn' t wish to stay along the coast, but maybe she would want to stay here now. No matter what she wanted, he would follow her without question. He just wanted her to be happy.
Standing perfectly still, she listened to his vocals focusing in on his opinions and what must be done. As much as she would like to leave, she knew that she had to understand what had to be done. Something she didn't understand though - it was utterly confusing why they didn't choose the other option. Maura would feel selfish if she left and would feel unsatisfied if she stayed here. "But," she paused in between her words, remembering seeing a young bay colt trotting around on the sand. "Blood Diamond, Sigaf's queen, had a colt," she replied.
It appeared as if the queen would be around for more years still, for she was not elderly yet - just middle aged. Her king, on the other hand, would go very soon. "His name is Nadav. Maybe we could stay just until he could take over the position of beta," she suggested. Since he would have been taking the position, the choice was really his and she could not make it for him. "I think he will be a good beta for the lands," she replied, nodding her crown. This could be their temporary home, but she really wanted to explore more.
He nodded quietly, smiling at her plan. "Or we could go?" he offered, not wanting her to be unhappy "please love, the choice is yours." "His father could always teach him the ways of the lands, he knows them that much better then myself..." he murmered quietly. Yes, becoming a betta would be an honour. But something he was willing to pass, put on hold, for her.