The tiny fae followed the ones that were now her parents into the land of wishes. She knew that all though they were making sure not to take any paths that would be difficult for her, that it was not needed. Sure, she could not see, but this little hellion was strong enough to search out her own path through the forest. There was nothing she could not get past, though the word was darkness to her.
"Are we nearly there yet?" she asked, not really knowing where 'there' was. All she knew is that they were going to visit someone who might be able to help her see for the first time.
Silver locks tossed, framing her perfectlly carved features. Illusion looked purely graceful where she stood, her tall frame perched at the edge of the hilltop, surronded by the mists of the lands. She, and her mate Flame, were well accusemed to them by now. They were useful, to a fashion. Her ivy gaze dropped, landing upon the travelling trio and a small smile tugged at her maw. A foal, playful and young yet tiredness pulled her down. She was, the fae noted, blind. Clearly the reason of the visit. Her eyes darted to the next figure, the dapple grey aged mare. Saoirse, she knew the mind well. She had felt the mares pain at the death of her mate all the way from her lands here, she knew that she still suffered deeply but was onto the way of repair with the new king. The king. Her focus flickered to him, taking in the deep chestnut pelt and a smile appeared. He was such a kind gentle stallion, never pushing or judging anyone. A good king he would make. Saoirse had chosen well.
Her small hooves clattered down the slope, though no noise could be heard from below. Bodice hidden, her safety and mind were clear. She trusted others well, though being able to read their minds made it so much easier to know who to trust.
Saoirse lifted her head, pausing in her stride and nudging Chai to a halt. "She's here," she said softly, eyes closing and welcoming the fae into her mind. She had meet the new keeper as a child, but it had been years since they had last met. "Well met Illusion," she greeted the approaching fae, eyes still closed. She could sense her, not see her but merely sense.
"Greeting dappled queen, Saoirse," came the bell like reply, the figure finally coming into view. A smile tugged at the grey fae's maw, her eyes flashing open to lock with Illusions.
The little filly was a little startled as she heard the unknown mare's voice from somewhere near her. She snorted, pressing back against Saorise's legs. She was a little worried about who the new fae was, seeing as she could not see her at all. It was something that frightened her a little but. Now she was in country that she did not know, and that was a worry for the little fae.
Her eyes looked around warily, not sure what was going to happen here.
Taking his time, the handsome king plowed through the mists, keeping his graceful posture and headset. It was natural for him, being the way he was, never forced. Muscles rippled under the soft pelt of the enormous form. Dignity followed him, as well as the talent to get others to respect him. His goal was not even close to this though, today, for he owed all the respect to the healer that would help his daughter. No marks of ivory shone upon his skull, yet there were a few spread upon his strong pillars. Entering the circle, he smiled and dipped his skull in admiration of the sacred one.
Epimetheus still believed that he truly was not worthy of such a title as king. Fulfilling it would be a full time just that he was willing to do correctly. There were wrong ways to rule, just as there were bad rulers. One could not help whether or not they were gifted with the talent to rule, but if one's heart was pure, he would prevail. Not exactly did Epimetheus know how innocent his heart was, but he hoped he would not be the reason the filly didn't get her sight. Hopefully, she would see the cascading light through the mist and be able to see his storm eyes, how they cared when he had only known them all for a matter of days.
"Greetings," he bowed easily, dropping his well muscled shoulder as he rose submissively to face her. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Illusion of Abhilasha. I am Epimetheus," he said with pleasant deep vocals that had their own appeal to them. Everything about him was simply average - normal, even. Things happened for a reason, and if he was meant to be here and help this filly, nothing would stop him. Determination for the set goal would never fail the good.
The silver head twisted, landing upon the elegant stallion and a smile tugged at her maw. "Greetings Epimetheus," she murmered "it is a pleasure to meet one such as yourself, you have a future ahead of you."
Her nose carried her away from the stallion, coming to a pause before the filly before her. "Calm young one," her gentle lyrics whispered as her nose brushed the dark pelt "all will be well soon."
Saoirse lifted her aging head, bringing it level with the younger fae. "Help her," she pleaded, opening her very being to the keeper. She's all I have now.... she added in her mind, only for the fae to here. No Saoirse, you have more then her now.... Her sharp mind replied, eyes flickering to the stallion and knowing what lay between them. Not love, at least not yet.
The little foal snorted, she was only days old and hyet she was still easily scared of the others. She was not the best at learning to be calm around others, when she could not see them. Other foals would ahev been running and playing, but they were things that she could not do at the moment. She liked to have fun, but that was some thing that was a little hard for her at the moment.
"Why can't I see you?" she asked, managing to calm down, though she pressed herself against Saoirse for comfort. She loved this other mare, she knew she was safe with her.
The silver fae smiled sadly, soft nose rubbing over the little head. "Because you are special, young one," she said simply, horn glowing as it brushed the fillies pelt but paused, the inner glow slowly dying.
The aged dappled queen watched her newly adopted daughter closely, worry filling her soft orbs. "What happened?" she whispered, looking to Illusion. "I do not know..." came the reply, seeming somewhat surprised herself. "That has never happened before..." the green eyes blinked, horn once more brushing the little pelt but with the same response before pulling away. "Follow me," she said softly, confusion lacing words as she span, leading them deeper into the lands.
She moved slowly after the two mares, not knowing what was going on really. "I was born this way. I've never seen anything with my eyes," she said. It was all she could say at the moment, for it was all she knew. "I don't understand why or how it happened." She moved carefully though, her hooves brushing over the things needed to. It was some of the time a struggle, but she knew how to move in the world, though she'd seen nothing of her surroundings.
The white locks tossed, small hooves leading the way though the twists and turns of her forest. Saoirse walked close to her daughter, helping her gently when needed but trying to keep apace with the worried healer. Illusion was worried, more then anything. She had given sight back before, and it had always worked. There had never been something she had been unable to solve, her magic was the most powerful in the lands. So had something stopped her? Had her watcher's left her? Her power stolen? Lists, long lists, of what could have gone wrong flooded though her mind when the petite form halted sharply.
A small, human cabin nestled deeply within the forest. Smoke flooded from the chimney. An aged woman sat in the rocking chair, a young boy in her lap. He had been brought here a few years back, found in one of the lands and saved by her mother. The older lady who lived with Ceelena had taken him in, raising him to take her place. Upon seeing them approach, the woman shifted the boy from her lap and set him on the bench beside. "Mo chara, Illusion, tá tú ar ais ar bith? Cairde i barrach?" she said to the white, silver fae, hand rubbing gently upon her maw. She spoke in the unfamiliar language which few knew, only Ceelena and her family understood it mostly, after years in contact with the gentle being.
Illusion looked back over her shoulder, gesturing from Saoirse to bring the filly forth.