The fire led us here
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Let Giselle post first plox (lol if Fred or Meghann don't take it, I'll get Strel in), leaders only please Private for Meghann.
 


Heritage was sweating lightly, his hide shimmering lightly in the sunlight. Silvano had a hand on the yearling's reins, leading him along the abandoned road to make the travel easier. The road had long been abandoned and it was broken fairly often along the way from decades of abandonment. Some parts had been ripped apart and one section would rise above the other as plants grew in the great gaps. Now and then, Silvano had to lead the colt around the road just to get back on it, but it made it easier and faster than directly through the woods or on the beach.


The cart they had found was piled with the select books of the Manor's library as well as their own personal collections. Giselle's things were beside his own, and the cart was clearly heavy. Heritage was still fairly young and his back could not take the strain quite as well as a full grown draft horse would have. They took frequent breaks and honestly, they all needed it. The toil of Silvano's mother leaving them was too hard to bear. Anu had to have felt just as terrible as the rest of them; Crimson Dreams was her home for far longer than it had been Silvano's home. But he had been born here, this had been his home his entire life. There had never been anywhere else for him, because he was born here and his family had been here. Now his family was gone and he had no where left to go where family would be.


At the borders of the Court, Silvano stopped his horse. The man stroked the horse's sweating neck and took the cart off the harness. Gently, he set it on the ground, careful to keep the things from falling out and onto the ground. Silvano kept stroking the yearling's neck, trying to dry him off. The colt eyed Silvano calmly, breathing steadily. The colt did care for the canine, despite their strange circumstances. Raising his head, Silvano called out to someone to come accept them.


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WC: 434
 


Powder blue eyes did not leave the sight of her home until it could no longer be seen. Gone. It was gone. Other former Dreamers had left a few days prior to the couple's departure, and Giselle wondered if they had a hard a time accepting a new life as she was. Since she had come over the mountain and through the woods to the beach where she would meet her new family for the first time, the snow white female did not think to leave it. It was where she found caring friends and her one true love, and as all those memories were left behind the hills, the female began to cry. It was silent, at first, as she walked behind Silvano and the growing colt, but a few times the auburn female was sure her gasps for air were not unheard. For a good part of the trip, she took to focusing on the cart that was filled with all of their things, especially the books from the Crimson Dreams library that were a physical remainder of their former home; but even more importantly, it would forever remain in their hearts.

There were no songs to be sung that day, no flowers that looked beautiful enough to pick; Giselle felt defeated...lost. Through the constant breaks they took to rest, the woman simply kept to herself, and her red eyes forward towards their destination. At the very least, she had her mate and the stallion, and was more than grateful to have them by her side. Had 'Elle been left alone, all alone, in this world again... she wasn't sure what she would do. As the court came to view before them, Giselle laid a dainty hand upon Heritage's neck, feeling the sweat beneath her fingertips. She mouthed a silent thank you towards him for all of his effort to pull the bulk of their things, but knew he would need to stop soon.

The woman could feel her eyes tearing up again as they approached the border, remembering that the last time she came here was to seek help for the raid that had plagued their home and their lives. Taking a deep breath, she moved around to stand next to her mate, and wrapped her hands around one of his arms like a scared child might. When he sounded out the call for someone of the Court, her other free hand wiped at her eyes and stood as straight as she could. Now, there would be no looking back, and it was time to make the best of the situation.

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Word Count → 250 :: Italic-bold are Charlotte; plain bold is Vigi!


"Daddy! Let's go!" the cinnamon girl danced on two legs, excited by the prospect of going to do something official with her father. The girl had always been her daddy's little princess, but now she was a young woman and she could hardly wait to become more involved in the pack's inner workings. Skoll had always been the one to be more involved, but she didn't like that. She didn't want to feel left out!

Vigilante relented, walking at an easy pace in his preferred secui form. He was amused by his daughter's excitement and was curious about the call from the borders, so as they walked, he listened to her talk about things of little importance. That was not meant in a patronizing way; Charlotte hardly thought that the things she rambled about were important, as well. It was simply the talk of a young girl with more energy than the King and his queen combined.

"Oh!" she spoke, squealing behind her hands as she covered her mouth. She ran ahead of her father to greet the strangers and their horse, seafoam eyes lighting up with excitement. "Bonjour! Oh, hello, can I pet your horse?" Vigilante gave an amused smile, approaching the pair on the borders. "Hello. I am King Vigilante Haskel, and this is my daughter, Charlotte," he added, as the girl had skipped over that completely. "You have reached the borders of Cour des Miracles. What can I help you with?"



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Big Grin
 


Silvano smoothed over the horse's mane, softly muttering the colt's name. Heritage shook his head out, eager to dry off and take a long drink of water. A sound came from a little ways away. He peered up, and the horse did the same, brown and green eyes gazing in the same direction. A young woman appeared, bubbly and eager as she saw the horse. Silvano peered at Giselle, who was just as bubbly on a good day. Today, though, she was terribly subdued and tired. They were all tired, weary to their souls. Silvano gave a tired smile at the young woman, who could not have been too much younger than him, but his measure of age had changed so drastically. "He's sweaty but if you would like to pet his nose, go ahead." Heritage raised his head, bobbing it in the woman's direction.


Silvano looked at the King, thinking about his mother and how she had greeted strangers. She could have been queen, regal as she was. Silvano bowed his head at the King, remember his books on royalty and wondering if this one stood on ceremony. "We've come from Crimson Dreams. It..," he paused looked absently at Giselle before continuing, "My mother, Savina, has left the Dreamers and Anu is too old to run it. It has disbanded." It was a cold and blunt way to put it, but that was how he truly felt; cold and blunt.


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Giselle is all in "OMGCHILDREN" mode even when sad xD. WC: 484
 


As the call was sounded out, the former Dreamer remained silent. It almost sounded sad, as if the call could bring back everything there once was. 'Elle eyed her surroundings, drinking them in, the usual spark in her orbs diminished from physical and emotional weariness. If this was to be their new chapter in life, Giselle would just have to keep reading and learning about life's little surprises. Nothing could have prepared her for this moment, nothing that had occurred was written in anything she had read. Lucky for her, she had a knight to protect her from such unforeseen events. Before she knew it, she raised her head up at the sound of a young female bounding up to them. She seemed to have no fear of them, which surprisingly put Giselle's fears at ease. As the girl began to speak, Giselle's own face brightened somewhat, especially when her attention became directed at the horse. It reminded the auburn female of her in many ways.

But it was the king himself who followed, and Giselle removed her hand from Silvano's arm and immediately stood up straight. If her books had prepared her for anything, it was presence among royalty. In an effort to calm her nerves, she swallowed upon the male's approach and listened carefully to his words. The woman's first instinct was to curtsy, both to the young princess and the King of the Court, and she did so with all the elegance of having practiced alone in her room several times as a young girl. The gesture was sweeping, the hem of her dress just kissing the earth beneath their feet. "It's nice to meet you, Your Majesty," she spoke gracefully, while powder blue eyes courteously averted the eyes of the male. Instead, they had taken to focusing on the young princess, and could not help but smile. "And you as well, Princess Charlotte." Another small curtsy. Giselle watched as Heritage reacted to his name, and being given attention was something he loved most. The auburn female could not help but giggle softly at the colt's gestures. "Even when exhausted, Heritage loves attention so~"

It was the news of their coming here, however, that made her smile disappear and tilt her muzzle up towards the King. Cream-tipped ears folded back when she heard Silvano's words bring fresh pain to her heart, but His Grace needed to hear them. In that moment, she wished she were the young girl, still naive to the suffering that the world could bring. Though she avoided conflict as best she could, it always seemed to find the red-haired femme like a shadow. All the snow white woman managed was a small nod, enough to support her mate's words, naturally-gloved fingers fumbling at her dress in an emotional effort not to cry again. At least, not until anyone was around to see it... not even the shadows.

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Table by Alli!
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Word Count → 300 ::


The cinnamon-tinted girl reached out a pale hand tentatively, stroking the horse's velvety nose, smiling gleefully. Charlotte wanted a horse of her own soon, but she would have to find one, or maybe claim one of the communal horses as her own. Skoll had his own horse already, and she was so, so, so super jealous of Hwin! Briefly, she looked at her father, but his attention was not on the horse. Vigilante, instead, focused on the two canines that had called for him and the words that they spoke.

Now, he could smell the distinct scent of their allies on the pair, and he recognized Savina's scent, as well, though he did not place it immediately. Jade eyes fell at the words—their allies had disbanded, and Savina was gone. "I am sorry," he said, and he was, his tone genuine. The two packs had gone through quite a bit together. "The Dreamers have always been welcome here and always will be. We will be glad to have you. Much of the pack lives in an old hotel, and my family's home is right nearby, but there is also a town that some make their homes in. Your horse can live in the stables or roam freely; it is whatever you wish."

The dog King had no questions for the pair—yet. Some time soon, he would like to know why Savina had left, but it did not seem important at that moment. Lottie, who had been subtly attempting to mimic the former Dreamers' curtsy without drawing attention to herself, beamed at the new members of her pack. "What are your names?" she questioned, asking what the King had not required. Knowing that they had both been Dreamers had been enough for him.



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Heritage sniffed at the young woman, eager for a treat. He could smell nothing but submitted to her petting of his head, closing his eyes as she did so. He swayed lightly as he shifted from leg to leg. He knew that his master would clean him properly and feed him well soon so he tolerated this. Intelligent and crafty, Heritage was not some weak-minded plow horse.


Silvano gave a grateful smile to the King, letting his weariness permeate through his features. He was truly thankful for the acceptance, even if he knew it had been highly likely to come. He reached for Giselle's hand and squeezed it, even as he kept looking at his new King. Vigilante was no Savina, but there was just as much strength in his gaze and arms as had been in his mother's eyes. Safe they would be here, and peaceful. Perhaps that was what they needed most; calm and quiet. Giselle was not a woman to deal easily with suffering and hardships, and it was his duty as her mate to keep her comfortable. "We'll have to go look. But we've brought books to add to your library, if you have one. If not, we can start one for you. Many of the books came from Crimson Dream's own library." His hands waved at the books, though some of the cart was filled with his and Giselle's personal items.


"I would prefer to stable him, if there is room. He was not raised to roam and I'm afraid he is too young to be on his own." Silvano's gaze shifted from the King to his colt who stood shock still as the young woman stroked his muzzle. At her question, he peered at her, letting a smile pull on his face as he gently dropped Giselle's hand. "This is my mate, Giselle. I am Silvano Sadira." He gently rubbed the colt's neck and the creatures whickered slightly. "As she said, my colt is Heritage. Do you like horses, Miss Charlotte?"

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