08-19-2016, 03:37 PM
She’s bored, oh so bored. Honestly, Igni had thought that joining a caste would help her get rid of the boredom. But apparently the life as a warrior, or a private to be more specific, was just as boring as the life of a child. Surely, the Tundra provided entertainment till a certain level. Like running around in the snow, playing on the ice and kicking snow at each other. But those were little children’s games, which she deep down still was but what she absolutely wouldn’t admit.
Anyway, Igni is bored. She had enough of watching her parents being all mushy together. She couldn’t really blame them, it had been her own birth that had caused her mother to get severely ill, but that didn’t mean she had to hang around them as a third and useless wheel. So she has ventured off, exploring the familiar Tundra grounds once again. The blue roan girl had been born here and as a child she had already ventured out so often, going to places she shouldn’t go to but did anyway.
She had spent so many time lurking around the cave, the special cave, the one her father had told her about. The one she wasn’t allowed to enter. Because only males could enter it, or so her father had said. Igni hadn’t liked that at all, heck, ever since she had been able to venture out alone she wanted to be a warrior. Maybe inspired by the Jungle’s warrior women, but in her case a snow version of it. She had been so thrilled when uncle Offspring had opened the castes for females too, but before she got old enough to actually enter the cave and prove herself, the magic had been drained from the land.
Nowadays she was one of the few Tundra members that carried around a scar. Not a battle scar, although it had been a fight, but a scar from a really upsetting event. Igni still didn’t understand it all, but she was glad to be back home. And the brand had healed pretty well, only leaving some sort of triangular marking on her left flank. It wasn’t pretty, not like the scars of the initiated brothers and sisters had been, but it wasn’t too bad. It was a part of her now and she was okay with it.
Her little trip within the Tundra’s borders had let the short mare towards the cave. It held little to no magic anymore, yet it had to be protected, according to the voice they had all heard. But what was there to protect if it wasn’t magical anymore?
Anyway, Igni is bored. She had enough of watching her parents being all mushy together. She couldn’t really blame them, it had been her own birth that had caused her mother to get severely ill, but that didn’t mean she had to hang around them as a third and useless wheel. So she has ventured off, exploring the familiar Tundra grounds once again. The blue roan girl had been born here and as a child she had already ventured out so often, going to places she shouldn’t go to but did anyway.
She had spent so many time lurking around the cave, the special cave, the one her father had told her about. The one she wasn’t allowed to enter. Because only males could enter it, or so her father had said. Igni hadn’t liked that at all, heck, ever since she had been able to venture out alone she wanted to be a warrior. Maybe inspired by the Jungle’s warrior women, but in her case a snow version of it. She had been so thrilled when uncle Offspring had opened the castes for females too, but before she got old enough to actually enter the cave and prove herself, the magic had been drained from the land.
Nowadays she was one of the few Tundra members that carried around a scar. Not a battle scar, although it had been a fight, but a scar from a really upsetting event. Igni still didn’t understand it all, but she was glad to be back home. And the brand had healed pretty well, only leaving some sort of triangular marking on her left flank. It wasn’t pretty, not like the scars of the initiated brothers and sisters had been, but it wasn’t too bad. It was a part of her now and she was okay with it.
Her little trip within the Tundra’s borders had let the short mare towards the cave. It held little to no magic anymore, yet it had to be protected, according to the voice they had all heard. But what was there to protect if it wasn’t magical anymore?
@[Jord]
I felt like getting something up for them ^^