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Post by posy-punch on May 22, 2018 23:08:04 GMT -6
SPRING 1701 | WITHIN PALACE'S PRIVATE LOUNGE | SUNSET
WE KNOW LITTLE OF ONE ANOTHER,
AND I THINK THAT PERHAPS IT MAY BE TIME THAT CHANGED,
DON'T YOU AGREE?
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Post by posy-punch on May 22, 2018 23:08:42 GMT -6
THALASSA
"I DID NOT ASK FOR GREATNESS" "Sometimes, I wonder what she was thinking when she chose me." The Empress said under her breath, wary eyes scanning the city the lounge overlooked. Filmy curtains billowed quietly in the wind, with the breeze carrying the familiar salt of the sea. Then she glanced back in the room, Faris should be arriving soon. Another evening to share their musings, an effort to get to know one another. Seeing the Conparis was in many ways a hazy glimpse into Sedo; the territory and the herd that inhabited it still an amorphous idea to her, even after interacting with their dignitaries. In many ways, Faris was the very same. Someone that she saw often now, that she interacted with frequently, but who remained a stranger, a hazy dream that she yearned to see in vivid detail and understanding. But, a hazy dream he remained, and these evenings one of the only times that she could safely say she could begin to put into focus who her Conparis was in his own right, rather than in the dignified sense. Perhaps she could ask him about his home or his family; if not that then they could talk about Aquore and his opinion of the people residing within it.
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Post by foalish on May 23, 2018 0:19:53 GMT -6
F A R I S
Talori | Conparis
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Another long day stretched to an end, but he'd long gotten used to it. The worst parts was trying to remember the appropriate greetings and customs and when to use them. There was so much to learn about when in such a high rank; the first days had been exhausting, but by now he'd grown used to the long days and heavy loads dropped on his shoulder. He was glad though, to be learning so much; although he felt like many things could be improved in Aquore, he didn't mind hearing more about the country.
His lessening hesitance to enter the room barely showed, his gaze instinctively searching for the Empress. He was almost ready to deem her still out, when he noticed her on the lounge. Stopping, he took a moment to watch her in her own peace; she still felt like a stranger to him in many ways, but it didn't stop him from appreciating her in her silence. He couldn't put a name to what she was thinking, but she looked deep in thought. A nice sight.
"My Empress," he said formally, dipping his head with the words, announcing his presence before approaching. A second later, he was next to her, his gaze following to where hers had been. Although unsure of what she had been looking at, he could still appreciate the view. He remained silent for a moment more, before turning to look at her carefully. "What's on your mind?"
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Post by posy-punch on Jun 1, 2018 0:22:59 GMT -6
THALASSA
"I DID NOT ASK FOR GREATNESS" "My Empress, what's on your mind?" And so Faris had arrived. Thalassa smiled at him, her cool blue eyes regarding him curiously for a moment before she again turned to the view of Inaria and the Sea further still. For a moment, she did not answer the Conparis, instead allowing the soft breeze to whisper along her muzzle, soft and gentle... far unlike the goddess Thalassa had come to associate it with. The very goddess Faris surely worshipped. "In your culture, Alya is as much a life-bringer as Cascade is among my people, no?" Thalassa said, glancing at Faris before continuing. "I've heard her voice and she was alight with anger." Eve, her precious Eve, struck by the ire of a goddess she did not worship. From which wings befitting an angel had unfurled; a terror as was a beauty. "I've heard the voice of Cascade as well, and she too was disappointed." She remembered the ringing voice beckoning her forth from the crowds with perfect clarity. Anxiety, distress, shock immediately burdening the cleric as she was declared before everyone the ruler who could usher in a New Age for Talorians. Thalassa was quiet for another beat, mulling over her next words. "I suppose I was thinking that I could not possibly be the ruler through which two gods expect to see change."
"I did not ask for greatness and so I fear I will fail." At that Thalassa angled her body to more properly include Faris alongside her at the balcony. She did not want to continue on the topic at hand and so diverted it "What of you, Faris? How has your own day been?"
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Post by foalish on Jun 1, 2018 15:58:09 GMT -6
F A R I S
Talori | Conparis
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Faris watched her carefully, gauging her reaction and expression. Despite her supposed rank, he felt little intimidation by her presence, even her gaze. She’d been a cleric for most of her life, not the Empress, he could help thinking that it showed. But just because it was that way didn’t mean he didn’t respected as if she’d been born into this rank; it was the least of everything she deserved. He just felt little reason to be self-conscious and intimidated by her.
He listed to her talk, his gaze following where hers had been, looking at the sea and the city below. A wandering gaze, but his concentration didn’t slip from the conversation. It didn’t stop him from having the faintest smile as she spoke. He waited until she was finished to start. “Yes, she is,” he started, looking at her from the corner of his gaze, “she’s not portrayed in the same way Cascade is though. Alya is much tougher, consistently testing us and our strengths.” He thought longer on the lasting half, trying to be more careful crafting his words. But he stopped himself before he started, realizing she was wanting to move on, change the conversation. It was her thoughts, which he had asked for, but it didn’t mean she was seeking counselling. Yet it could not stop his heart from wanting to say something, be it a brief and a last addition, “I do not know the gods, but I stayed because I have faith in you.”
He looked out, his tone was final, not expecting any reply from the empress. He could and would not speak for their gods, and it was as simple as that. He hoped he wasn’t crossing borders, her wishes, but he didn’t dwell on words already spoken.
As he thought about the posed question, Faris seemed to loose the tense formality to him, his smile growing a bit bigger. He looked content. “My day? In all honesty, long,” he gave the faintest chuckle on his breath. “I don’t mind though, I just haven’t been tested like this since my first training in Serora. I actually enjoy it.” His gaze turned up towards her, a keenness in his eye. There were many questions he could ask her, but all felt too close to work, too expectant in the conversation. Too close to stuff he wasn’t in the mood to discuss. “Hey Thalassa?” he started, a different light to his eyes, almost mischievous, “what’s your favourite colour?”
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Post by posy-punch on Sept 5, 2018 0:34:08 GMT -6
THALASSA
DORK Faris's quiet but steadfast presence beside her had been soothing. She knew he was standing beside him. Watching him melt into a chuckle, delving into his day (even in the most brief of recollections) was enough to bring another smile to her face. Thalassa, she wanted to say more, and yet she fell quiet, content to watch him with a glimmer of fondness in her eyes. Faris continued, take the conversation away from something that would bore them. Away from work and responsibility. "My favorite color," she trailed off, eyes fluttering shut as she thought. "I'm fond of the pink of the sunrises and sunsets, when all the clouds change colors and you see the suns across the horizon." She grinned, blinking open her eyes, whisking away the imagined image. "They say the sunrises and sunsets in Serora are beautiful, that they light up the entire desert." She hummed quietly and nodded to him. "What about you?" She questioned, voice lilting playfully, agreeing to play along with a more lighthearted conversation. To enjoy each other's company without work looming over them. "Are you one of those that's partial to the ocean blue, the jungle green, the desert reds?" She mused good-naturedly, "Or something else?" She cocked her head, dorkishly, and small smile on her face as she let the last weariness from her day fade away.
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Post by foalish on Sept 5, 2018 2:40:53 GMT -6
F A R I S
Talori | Conparis
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Faris wasn’t shy with his gaze, letting it wander to Thalassa and watch how she shifted from moods, finding it more interesting than all the views in front of him that he could see any day. A blunt statement to say would be how he was interested to get to know her - get to know how she reacted and expressed. It wasn’t simply out of his rank, but with added curiosity to learn more about the Empress. Something he was granted the honour of being able to. So he took his liberties and did.
He noted a few emotions on her face, his best guess, at the shift in tones, something nearing relief. He didn’t dive too deep into that thought, too busy listening to her response, careful interest in his gaze. By now, he’d shifted to look at her more directly, rather than with nothing more than a side glance. He couldn’t help but grin back.
“Wise choice,” he replied, a bit of a sparkle in his eye. He seemed more than satisfied with her answer, nodding and grinning another time, to solidify his words. “Really?” He asked, in turn about his home land. He pulled his wings close, before he spoke; any solemn and serious nature in him was tossed to the wind, with Thalassa’s tone, nearly matching the lightness in her’s. “Whoever they are, they’re really underselling Serora. It may be all deserts, but I can assure you, thanks to the desert, you’ll never meet a matching sky” He looked over, catching her last expression. He couldn’t help but give a soft bout of laughter; his gaze really didn’t want to wander away. “Well, to keep the theme of skies, I’d have to say I’m a sucker for the colours of the darkest nights, when you can see the galaxies with the stars. The purple from those - that would have to be it.” He eased up a bit, pausing for a second; just a second, not wanting the mood to shift from the light hearted questions. They were nice. “Next question, how about - one small thing that makes you happy?”
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Post by posy-punch on Jul 7, 2019 10:41:28 GMT -6
thalassa wifey She held his gaze, captivated by his laughter, by his joy. She lets his question echo in her head. She deliberates. She decides. "I think... helping others brings me the most joy. I like to be amongst people like me. Commoners... if you will?" She hums, wondering if that fully encapsulates her connection to her herd. Her disconnection from the throne. "That's why I became a cleric. I wanted to guide others, but I find joy in relating to others. Now, with a council beneath me and a Trinity to guide me, I feel as if I've lost that direct connection to the people I love," she drops her gaze, turns it longingly back out at the city outside. "I feel like you are here because you are very much the same. You like to do good for others?" Her countenance shifts and she's interested in inviting another question for him. "What do you miss the most about your home, or, rather what about your family?" She asks, cocking her head.
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Post by foalish on Jul 7, 2019 23:54:49 GMT -6
F A R I S
Talori | Conparis
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He let her speak, entranced by her words. It may have been a short response, but he could not hide his agreement from shining in his eyes, nor did he stop himself from nodding. And as she spoke on, giving him private details about her life before being...well, anywhere but here, his attention was caught, in a whole other way as a moment before.
He would not beg for answers, but Thalassa was a horse he would not hide his intrigue from; and he watched as she spoke, as if she were a talented weaver creating a masterpiece before him, where he was so entranced, he had to watch every thread be pulled through. Even if it was just a simple tail about herself and her passions.
His gaze turns outwards with hers, with her question he nods with before he speaks, even if no one would see it. ”yes,” he replied softly. It was a simple response, and while he could pour out everything he wanted for the world, ramble on about the suffering he wished he could stop. That he was certain she would understand, but he kept silent for a long moment. ”I’m only one horse, and I know that, but I at least want to try to do...something. Even the smallest thing, if it helps, that...is all I could ask for.”
He turns back to her, his gaze almost a little sad at the next question. ”I had a little sister - or, well still have. She’s almost half my age, I helped a lot in raising her, be it perhaps at my parents regrets,” he laughed, almost wistfully, ”the spunkiest horse you’d meet, a flare big enough to blind you. She’d probably be asking you for your life story by now, with no remorse over boundaries and privacy. If I miss anything from home, it’s her.”
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Post by posy-punch on Jul 8, 2019 0:12:43 GMT -6
thalassa
❤︎
"We've got very similar hearts, I think," she mumbles, blowing her forelock out of her face, playfully. She turns her attention back to him, listening attentively as he recounts the family he's left back in the desert. The family he has left for the good of his people, for the good of an alliance. She sighs, a pang thrumming through her heart at his words. "Your family... your sister. I-" Her words fall flat, her mind reels. She'd not thought of that, despite everything. Even though she is empress, she still sees her parents from time to time. Her family. She stills sees them. She can still tell them how much she loves them. She can still confide in them. "Perhaps one day, I will get to meet her. She sounds very sweet," She ponders her next words, looks at him with a soft glaze of affection in her eyes. "In the meantime, you are always welcome with my family. You'll have to meet my parents. I'm sure you'll endear them." She hums. "I've got sisters myself. Three of them, actually! I don't get to see them so often, but, when I do it is a welcome sight." "I can't imagine leaving my home, much less my family. I'm sorry you've had to leave her behind, but I am- glad to have you here with me," She says, shifting in her place, "You put me at ease."
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Post by foalish on Jul 8, 2019 0:59:36 GMT -6
F A R I S
Talori | Conparis
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He smiles back at her words, eyes lingering before looking away. ”I’m glad, in that case,” he mumbles back. Glad that it was her. That he could trust her judgment, glad that he knew that someone - who at least tried to do right - was in her place. If there was one he could stand by, it was someone like her.
His gaze remains on her, his sadness passing through his eyes for a moment, but not longer. The silence is long from Thalassa, but he finds himself smiling the next moment at her invitation. A grin splits his lips, dissipating any lasting sadness in him. ”I would adore that,” almost coming out as a hiss on his chuckling. ”think I can charm them into telling me about all your embarrassing stories from growing up?”
His smile reached his eyes for a moment, before he seemed to let his own enthusiasm die down a little. ”But they sound wonderful, let alone so many of them, what are they like?” his head tilted, staring up at her with interest.
And all at once he went silent again, smile softening as Thalassa went on, remorse in her words. ”It’s alright - it hasn’t been easy, I know everyone back in Sedo is fine without me, but I love being here,” his voice was soft, but it was filled with truth, ”there’s no pace I’d rather be, even knowing I might never see them again, it was a choice I made, and to know...” his eyebrows creased as he thought how to phrase it. His gaze turned back to her. ”I know I’m not what you expected, perhaps, but I’m glad then. It means more than I could ever phrase, if I do.”
His eyes turned up at her, shining with a new kind of light, ”there’s still so much I have to learn about the culture here, I want to do what’s right,” he paused, hesitating for only a second, ”but I trust your judgment perhaps more than my own. If you ever think I am going to far, or saying the wrong thing, can I ask for your honesty?” His eyes lingered. Perhaps it was a strange request, but one that was evidently important to him, none the less.
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