[ Respond | Solira: The Ocean ]
Posted by Belisarius on February 16, 2009, 1:12 pm, in reply to "delivered from the blast the last in a line of lasts"
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Belisarius looks up as the other stallion approaches, a curious sense of comfort and relief washing over him. It was so hard to bear the lonesomeness. Belisarius thrives on company, on laughter and friendship. Despite the closeness he already feels to this land, he is not happy. Well, who would be after nearly being crisped to death by elemental fire, but this he can bear if he does not do it alone.
The concern on the other horse’s face reassures him, and he attempts a crooked half-smile in return, stepping stiffly forward a few footfalls. The bubbling anger is gone now, washed away like the sea pulling the sand from shore. He does not even feel it lurking, but that is no surprise. His rage has no warning.
“Hello, Edgar,” he says wearily, but there is friendliness in his voice and the sense that they have been brought together by shared loss and unknowingness. “Thank you—I shall seek them out, perhaps. But I think I can bear the pain for now.” And he finds that he can. Physical pain is nothing next to the agony of his memories of the smoke and flame.
When the mare approaches, Belisarius dips his head to her respectfully, sensing her fragility. He is protective, this stallion, and the roughness of her voice touches his sympathy. But her words, soothing as they might be, touch on that anger that flares suddenly. He allows only a tendril through, for it is only the smaller cousin to the true rage that can overtake him.
“I might say that we have different meanings to the idea of what is just,” he says gruffly. What could be fair, what could be right, about destroying the shining beauty of such a place as Solira? “But I am happy to meet you, Huyana, and I shall keep that faith with you, if I may.”
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