He rose slowly, his eyes meeting hers in a show of mutual respect.
“I am Pegasus Beaufort, son of Yale Beaufort who swore himself to Ganta Lore.” He said, his chest raising as he explained all at once who he was and who she was to him.
“My father was tasked with returning you to Dragoste, I’m sure as you know he was unsuccessful.” He said, his eyes dropping slightly as he recounted his father’s failure. What was to be the first in an ongoing series of turbulence for the once proud knight.
“Your mother named him beta in spite of his failure…It was not long afterwards that…” He trailed off, realizing he had ventured further into his father’s history than he had meant to.
“Forgive me.” He said quietly, then slowly lifted his eyes to hers again, then gave a small, nervous chuckle. “I’ve heard so much about your father and Dragoste…” He said bashfully. “It’s almost like I’ve walked into one of my father’s stories.” And in many ways he supposed he had. He looked away for a moment then glanced back at her, seeing her as a whole. He had never seen anything like her in Aytepios, not for her size but for the flowing mane that cascaded off her head. There had been tiled mosaics of what his grandfather had called “Humans” in their palace, one in particular depicted a human elevated above all others named “Venus” who was worshiped as a goddess. The flowing brown tendrils on the otherwise hairless body had intrigued him as a boy, but now, looking at Philomena, he understood how the humans could come to the loving devotion they had had for the goddess.
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