Post by Simile on Feb 15, 2013 14:16:11 GMT -8
The worlds sang softly through her lips as she stared out at the water lapping at the beach. It was too warm here. Too... lonesome despite everything. It irritated her. But at least they had this - this beautiful beach.
"The Queen with coal black heart awaits,
her anger chilling fate,
the gold awaits her never born daughter,
the abyss who's heart is hard and coarse,
her vanity 'twas great,
her songs deliciously fake,
the moments await when all would fade,
and leave her queen of all.
her wings stretched to the sky and intwined she chose her king.
Crimson hide and bloody death, the king his heart ablaze,
The fire of pair and wispering death,
Let none fall prey again.
For death was brought on wings of black,
The old ruin now stands, a deadly tome
to hold the secret to drive men mad,
and women to the death.
Her offspring dead by unknown threat,
and wonders doth we hast.
The last moments left, our breaths be baited,
for the queen which now ascends.
The gold, our queen, victorious,
lead by white and on he rose. The queen of North,
a deadly one, who's mount was none but white,
lost to time.
Warriors true arise to protect,
to guard against every threat.
The queen with coal black heart ascend,
leave naught to her tread."
Retny smiled darkly. Th song sh ha learned as a child at her mother's feet was one she would never forget. So deep in her blood was the hatred off the abyss nested that already she did not like the little wretch and the abyss abomination she called hers. She took some small glory in the fact that she would never ascend the the rank of the first and most important Junior Queen Rider. And quite simply, she was glad of it. This abyss could bring about dark chagnes in a Weyr so peaceful. Her vanity could drive through any ability they had to do good - and her rider was no help. Retny sighed. She recognized these faults in herself and her bonded and she loathed them, was angry at them. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists agains the bitter curses that seared just behind her lips. She rather have fun. Where was the wine when you needed it. Where wsathe fun company of a carefree fellow rider when you wanted it? It was the day before Turnover Eve and Retny was not merry in the least. No, she was honestly qutie sullen and lonely with jsut the vain thrumming in her head and heart - which was only intensified with her Rainbow dragoness in her head, going on and on about how she found the kings, though it was a pity that flame was so besotted. Sh would have liekd to have him. Retny sighed. Her thoughts were not on Kings, but on the fun loving rider she had seen going off away from duty again and again when she so deeply wished to. R'le. He had met her whe nseh first came - in fact he was the first to. That made her like him... and, well... his height helped as well. And is good looks... and those eyes... She was rather taken with him, though... she had not much spoken to him. She wished he would make the first move - speak to her. She leaned back against Orikaeth's leg and the dragoness snorted.
{'tis not like you to swoon over a man such as he - little title other than dragonrider and not a king rider. Nor one that would be my mate. After all, aren't such things, as you put them long ago, "quite doomed to fail."}
"I know what I said. And I know what it is, but there is more to life than just... waiting on finding a king who will fly you and then epxecting me to take his rider as my mate so that you may have your mate. Who says that your mate's dragon must be my mate?" She put her hands on her hips as she looked at hthe dragoness in a somewhat indignant fury.