09-16-2016, 12:51 PM
She has crafted new lands, turned sky to stone and stardust to snow, all for their benefit. None are like their lands before - that would make it far too easy for them to forget the lessons that she tries so hard to teach them.
Beqanna has been waiting for the sisterhood, for the band of women whose identity was so strongly tied to the land. It is time that they find strength in something other than magic and the humid forest - it is time.
The assembly before her is small, and she is reminded that sometimes her magics have a mind of their own, and mind she does not always agree with. Still, they have come to petition, and she is waiting for them. She does not speak, only nods her invisible head and swells within them a sudden rush of certainty and success.
Then, as she has guided the others to their lands, she guides their hooves to their new home. Then, and only then, does she rest, her work of land creation for her children complete.
Your new home: The Coast
Beqanna has been waiting for the sisterhood, for the band of women whose identity was so strongly tied to the land. It is time that they find strength in something other than magic and the humid forest - it is time.
The assembly before her is small, and she is reminded that sometimes her magics have a mind of their own, and mind she does not always agree with. Still, they have come to petition, and she is waiting for them. She does not speak, only nods her invisible head and swells within them a sudden rush of certainty and success.
Then, as she has guided the others to their lands, she guides their hooves to their new home. Then, and only then, does she rest, her work of land creation for her children complete.
Your new home: The Coast