Post by irirangi on Apr 10, 2009 15:12:44 GMT -5
Sunlight kissed the land as the desert heat gave way to the shade of trees. There was a drastic shift in both climate and terrain, the air cooling as the sands faded into solid earth. The gurgling of the Aughgar River steadily became louder, the smell of water mingling with the calming scents of the thin forest. There was something methodically calming about the drastic change in landscape. Maybe it was that no one else was around. Or maybe she'd spent far too much time in the desert heat lately.
Either way, the brightly orange Maned fae had settled herself along the river bank, a contented sigh leaving her lips. Her rear legs were curled beneath her, head resting atop the front ones as her tail followed the gentle curve of her side. Slightly in front of her and to her right sat a golden Iranian only she most likely saw, a contented smile painted on her maw. Everything that had just happened in the last few hours was still freshly buzzing through both their heads. Now that they were surrounded by the peace of the roaring river, they could each begin to fully understand everything that had transpired. And make sense of it all they did, with a conversation that had started in the dead of night and lasted well into the daylight hours.
"We've done well, puppet," the Iranian smiled. Every fiber of her etheral being was filled with pride. Even in death she had managed to rebuild the Zahir.
"How many times must I tell you, I am no one's puppet, princess," the Maned wolf shot back with little enthusiasm. It was becoming an age old arguement.
"Reguardless, Irirangi, we have done so well. I couldn't ask for better circumstances under which Zahir has been reborn."
"So you actually do think Avani will be a decent successor?" Iri asked, raising her head to look at the ghost. "Has the stubborn Alya finally accepted her lack of control?"
"Nonsense!" the former alphess chirpped, eyes narrowing into a glare. "We can rule just as well from the beta position as we could the alphess one. So long as Zahir thrives, that is all that matters. Avani seems willing enough to try, so she can have her chance."
"I suppose..." The leggy fae lay her head atop her paws again. "What do you think of the new alphess's relationship with the albino? It's a rather intimate friendship, no?"
"If he keeps her sane, that's all that is important. Not everyone is strong enough to handle such a position on her own. As I said before, so long as Zahir thrives that is all that matters."
"Well so long as they keep the public displays of affection to a minimum, I suppose things will be just fine."
Alya picked up on the bitter note in her living companion's voice and smiled smuggly. "Not one for romance, are we Iri?"
Irirangi replied only with a cold glare, not elaborating on the subject. Instead she changed topics, touching on something that had been bugging her for quite a while now. "Speaking of Vee, did you notice he seemed to react to your voice? For a deaf brute, I think he hears more than he understands."
"Mmm. It'll be a rather useful trait should he and Avani become mates. While you relay my messages to her, I can relay yours to him."
"Why Alya, you actually do have a heart. Who knew you could be so kind?" Iri's words were dripping with sarcasm as she rolled her eyes. She knew the Iranian ghost was right. She just enjoyed getting some sort of reaction out of the spirit.
Alya fixed her with an icy glare, ears twitching in annoyance. "Watch your tongue, puppet."
"I am not your puppet!"
And thus the pair continued on in this manner for quite some time, doing their best to make sense of the new track their lives were currently headed. Zahir had been reborn under rather interresting leadership, which proved fodder for deep discussion. Of course, anyone who happened to overhear the pair would be hearing a rather onesided conversation. It was a rare gift to see the spirits of the dead; a gift Irirangi and Alya made full use of.