09-09-2015, 09:39 PM
There is no time like the present, she supposes, to break out of her shell and actually start working for the kingdom that she has been given a seemingly random promotion for doing absolutely nothing. With the new position had come a new power--empathy--and new responsibilities. She has no idea how to lead an entire caste (imagine how Demian must feel! Oh... wait), but she knows that she has to get on the ball quickly if she wants to stay ahead of her other peace members. She wants to have a chance to prove herself to them, to show that she will do everything in her power to deserve the position she was granted.
Empathy was not something that she expected to get out of the deal. Unlike her healing, which she was born with, she has little to no control over it. It is a constant barrage of emotions from all directions, all the time. The cliffs in the Valley are the only place that she has found a relative amount of peace from the flow of feelings and she's not even sure she wants to keep the power. Sure, it'll be helpful later on; she'll be able to know pretty much when she's being lied to (because who doesn't feel at least a shred of guilt when telling a bold-faced lie?), but what if she's not even cut out to be the Salaam? She sure doesn't feel confident in it yet.
It is sunny and warm when she set out from the Valley towards the Field, and the temperature continues to climb as she makes her way to where the homeless gather. It is where she probably should've ended up but never quite did, but she has been here once or twice just out of sheer curiosity. Immediately the wave of emotions wash over her, and though she tries her best to block them out, one in particular stands out to the golden girl. She seems hesitant but confident at the same time; a newcomer to Beqanna? Perhaps. They are always nervous, though they try to hide it. Slowly Cress makes her way to the mare, wondering if she, like so many others, expects only herds and cruel stallions. "Hello," she says when she is close enough. "I am Cress, from the Valley. What's your name?"
Empathy was not something that she expected to get out of the deal. Unlike her healing, which she was born with, she has little to no control over it. It is a constant barrage of emotions from all directions, all the time. The cliffs in the Valley are the only place that she has found a relative amount of peace from the flow of feelings and she's not even sure she wants to keep the power. Sure, it'll be helpful later on; she'll be able to know pretty much when she's being lied to (because who doesn't feel at least a shred of guilt when telling a bold-faced lie?), but what if she's not even cut out to be the Salaam? She sure doesn't feel confident in it yet.
It is sunny and warm when she set out from the Valley towards the Field, and the temperature continues to climb as she makes her way to where the homeless gather. It is where she probably should've ended up but never quite did, but she has been here once or twice just out of sheer curiosity. Immediately the wave of emotions wash over her, and though she tries her best to block them out, one in particular stands out to the golden girl. She seems hesitant but confident at the same time; a newcomer to Beqanna? Perhaps. They are always nervous, though they try to hide it. Slowly Cress makes her way to the mare, wondering if she, like so many others, expects only herds and cruel stallions. "Hello," she says when she is close enough. "I am Cress, from the Valley. What's your name?"
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