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the sovereign, the fire, the fury - Orlaith - February 18, 2020
Orlaith arrived from the south, her olives had caught the sight of the spires from across the lands, and sought out its height. Though a scent of a Pack had clearly eluded around when she was close enough, and made quick efforts to avoid their lands. However she could not do so in one day, even with her firm muscles and well-body, she felt tiresome with all the travelling, and all the climbing. The sovereign was at her limit.
She rested in a crevice, a hidden meadow in the mountains. There was the sight of foxes, but she was no push-over, and casted them out, enough scare to let them leave her alone. For now she would claim it for the night, and then let them take the reigns once more on a later day.
She sat in solitude, head downward as she laid, and eyes stared out to the night sky. Humph. Orlaith felt bitter, yet proud. A conflict of emotions toward the Court.. They were so full, so much life coming forward, that a decision came to be. Cast her out. Orlaith was a warrior by heart, a guardian to the fae's, and they knew, and said, she could handle herself outside the world. However she did not want that! She wished to continue, the protector of the fairies, just as her dad! Yet, instead of praising her skills and giving glory, she was casted out like scum! They knew that the golden fairy would be alright, and she too knew all would be alright. However.. She felt betrayed.
Annoyance, Orlaith buried her head in her own arms.
She rested in a crevice, a hidden meadow in the mountains. There was the sight of foxes, but she was no push-over, and casted them out, enough scare to let them leave her alone. For now she would claim it for the night, and then let them take the reigns once more on a later day.
She sat in solitude, head downward as she laid, and eyes stared out to the night sky. Humph. Orlaith felt bitter, yet proud. A conflict of emotions toward the Court.. They were so full, so much life coming forward, that a decision came to be. Cast her out. Orlaith was a warrior by heart, a guardian to the fae's, and they knew, and said, she could handle herself outside the world. However she did not want that! She wished to continue, the protector of the fairies, just as her dad! Yet, instead of praising her skills and giving glory, she was casted out like scum! They knew that the golden fairy would be alright, and she too knew all would be alright. However.. She felt betrayed.
Annoyance, Orlaith buried her head in her own arms.
RE: the sovereign, the fire, the fury - Siofra - March 01, 2020
Under an inky canvas sprinkled with countless diamonds, came the arrival of yet another faerie strayed from the court. Like so many of them and the fiery sovereign nestled in this very meadow, Siofra also had felt crowded there. But she didn't leave because she felt pressured to, or unwanted. The court was simply too stuffy these days! There was no room to breathe. She felt closed in...restricted. And being the free spirit that she was, she hated that! To truly flourish, a faerie needed to spread her wings and fly.
The stars miles above her head had always captivated her. She had seen them many of times of course, but never so clearly. Never so close. Wide eyed, she gazed up in awe, mouth open in a small O. She raised a dainty paw, as is to reach up and try and snatch one from the sky itself. The little star eluded her of course, as they all had. Siofra giggled, unsurprised by her futile attempt, amused at her own failure. "Ah well. There is always next time, ain't there?"
Time to get serious. Well, sort of. This was Siofra after all. And when did she hardly ever take anything seriously? Not often, so far in her very short life on this planet. Ocean colored eyes turned from the sky, to the openness of the meadow in which she stood. It was large and somewhat sheltered, but not much else. There was the smell of foxes everywhere too, but she ignored them. If anything, if she bumped into one, they'd make a good hunting target. For practice of course. She squinted. There was a shape in one of the crevices. Wolf like. Throwing caution to the wind, she approached. Their scent got stronger the closer she got. It was unmistakable. That scent...their shape. Orlaith! Siofra's tail wagged frantically, butt wiggling. The younger female had always admired her. Looked up to her as an idol. Pestered her constantly when they were back in the court. It was so good to see her again! Not knowing any better or not giving a damn, Siofra tucked in close, huddling her much smaller frame against that of Orlaith's, resting her head against the crook of her neck, like she had done dozens of times before in days lost in the past.
RE: the sovereign, the fire, the fury - Orlaith - March 01, 2020
Holy shit.
It was Siofra.
What a fucking concidence.
It startled the fire wolf, to see someone familiar. She known a few were casted out, like herself, but there was others who simply left to their own accord. Orlaith thought that Siofra was perhaps one of them, as the two had not seen each other during the final days of the court. The other was free-spirited, always out and about, albiet around her a lot, but whatever. She held the world within her eyes, and knew the stiffling ways of the old would not hold this one down.
It was surprising that she was here, but not so-much she was outside the realm. It gave a soothing comfort to the burning flame, and accepted the comfort. Many times would she take a rest or a simple nap, Orlaith would wake up to Siofra against her, and she didn't mind.. It was more, 'where did she come from but alright this is happening,' sort of mood. For once? There was gratitude toward the familarity.
"It's nice to see you, Siofra." Her head rose a bit with a weary smile upon the fire wolf's face, greeting the younger fairy.
It was Siofra.
What a fucking concidence.
It startled the fire wolf, to see someone familiar. She known a few were casted out, like herself, but there was others who simply left to their own accord. Orlaith thought that Siofra was perhaps one of them, as the two had not seen each other during the final days of the court. The other was free-spirited, always out and about, albiet around her a lot, but whatever. She held the world within her eyes, and knew the stiffling ways of the old would not hold this one down.
It was surprising that she was here, but not so-much she was outside the realm. It gave a soothing comfort to the burning flame, and accepted the comfort. Many times would she take a rest or a simple nap, Orlaith would wake up to Siofra against her, and she didn't mind.. It was more, 'where did she come from but alright this is happening,' sort of mood. For once? There was gratitude toward the familarity.
"It's nice to see you, Siofra." Her head rose a bit with a weary smile upon the fire wolf's face, greeting the younger fairy.
RE: the sovereign, the fire, the fury - Siofra - March 16, 2020
Pressing her cheek close, she gently preened at Orlaith's fur in a gesture of almost sister-like affection. She inhaled her scent deeply and latched onto it. Now that she had found her friend, she wasn't going to let her out of her sights anytime soon. She just...had so many questions. "It's so good to see you too, Ori." She quipped, fondly addressing her with a shortened, (cuter in her opinion) variation of her own name.
Flopped down beside her and perfectly content to share each others' body heat to ward off the cold, the faeries tail beat happily at her heels, oceanic eyes sparkling. How long had it been since she had last seen her at the Court? "What are ya doing out all this way? How many others are there...or is it just you?" And now, the endless string of questions began.