cold as stone.in the course of her so far short and interesting life, granite had seen many heroes in many shapes and forms - the plover who draws predators away from its young by faking a broken wing; the mare who defends her foal to the end. of course, she never expected herself to become a hero (no, that would be too cliché), but she would try hard to become an elite - something which she had desperately wanted all her life. it had been driven home to her by her sire - be the best, always. she didn't see herself as the best - no, fa from it - but it didn't hurt to try. she didn't claim herself to be the best fighter in the world (that was a laugh) and she wasn't the most eloquent (at least speaking out loud) but she believed herself to be one of integrity, of structure and stature. she carried pride in herself, but not too much (no, never too much). she never forgot that even the best could fail sometimes, and that the consequences could be death. she wasn't afraid of death, per se, just what laid beyond it. the fact that she would just cease to
exist after her unfortunate demise sometime in the (hopefully distant) future. and, when she did die, she wished to do so fighting; dying with every scrap of dignity she posessed. yes, she was proud of herself, but she did not hold herself to immortal - everyone was flawed, and she knew that. just as a crack, small and seemingly insignifigant weakens the strongest rock; her flaws would be her end. but enough mind rambling and contemplation - time to get a move on. the silvery mare titled granite slowly immersed herself in the lands of the elite, wary and cautious of the strongest inhabitants here. it would not do to show disrespect here - and indeed, she deeply respected those who had made the elite. she wished to be judged, here and now, for either acceptance, contemplation, training or rejection. it wasn't a demand, simply an urgent request. she was usually a patient mare, her features frozen like stone in the sands of time as it flew by her, but right now she was restless. hear me now, fri'kai m-kale' her exhileration of being new to a land yet to be completely explored hadn't failed her yet, and right now she felt like she was soaring with the wings of an eagle, eagerly awaiting for the right time to swoop and grab and immolate.
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loyal to the end
