The Pinnacle
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RIXEN and if you are to love, love as the moon loves;
I was still trying to make sense of everything that was happening when the voice of a young stallion, speaking my name, broke my thoughts. Blinking slowly, I turned my head to see the fiery-colored child standing beside me. Somehow he’d managed to step in beside me without my noticing. Not that doing such a thing would have required a great deal of difficulty - I was too lost in my own mind, emerald gaze loosely focused on the ever-growing crowd before the Protector. Like it had never occurred to me that I could just ask one of the many familiar faces what exactly was going on. Perhaps Galahad would know - but then again, of all horses, it was more likely that he was one of the less informed partygoers, being a newcomer and all. "Hello, Galahad. It is good to see you again." I smiled at him. Swishing my tail in light of the casual conversation, I added, "I see you’ve found your way to your first Rift celebration. I wouldn’t say they’re a regular occurrence here, but then again, they’ve happened often enough that I know one when it presents itself.” I was able to deduce that this was a party of some sort. What we were celebrating, I did not know. I had not seen the Protector in some time, and I certainly didn’t know him well enough to guess what his possible motives might be. Then again, maybe there were none. What if he had gathered us here simply out of the goodness of his heart? Galahad’s gaze was still focused on the horses mingling a short distance before us. Mine traced an imaginary line from the colt’s face to the Protector, towering over everyone as he waves his tentacle-like arms, and looking delighted as ever. He seemed as pleased by the turnout as a creature of his kind could. Then Galahad spoke again, and this time his lips formed the words of a question: would we still have him in Halyven? "Of course, the offer still stands. It is always open and waiting. All you need to do is accept it." I nodded slowly, glancing quickly over at him to see his reaction and anticipate his answer. Another voice rang out, presumably addressing us, and I saw that Rexanna was approaching where we stood. Only a few seconds passed before the gilded mare was standing before us, glancing over to the Protector and then back again. Without any delay I offered the woman an answer with a gesture in the child’s direction, "Galahad was just inquiring about our herd in the city." Then a thoughtful look spread across my features like strands of ivy. "Though the it hasn’t exactly come up yet, I think the question lingering in the air is exactly why the Protector called us here. What the party is for, exactly. Do you know-" The question was never finished, however, as it was at that moment that Kiada made her entrance, seemingly out of thin air (this was quite alright, though, because I was glad Kiada had found her way to the Pinnacle and the protector would soon offer his explanation). Before even Rexanna had much time to react to the sight of her daughter, Kiada had her wrapped up in a warm embrace. "Kiada!" Naturally, I expressed my happiness to see her with a wide grin, but only when the two mares had finished exchanging greetings and the moment seemed appropriate. "Talk." it does not steal the night — it only unveils the beauty of the dark |
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