05-16-2018, 03:15 PM
bristol
the past tense of regret is indecision
wing appearance: large, black and feathery.
Bristol has only really talked to Wishbone since she came to pledge herself to Nerine, so she has no real idea that something might be amiss when she heeds the call of an unfamiliar voice summoning them to a meeting; she simply goes to the clearing with the tree. She comes by sky, as is her wont, and lands a polite distance from the others before coming forward to join them. Honey-brown eyes travel across the others who have gathered, lingering on the four standing somewhat apart from the group. The scarred mare who speaks she knows as Scorch; she had been the one to organize them for the first round of the tournament, and Bristol’s sire speaks highly of the mare who is now queen. To one side of her is a creepy creature, on whom Bristol’s eyes do not linger, and on the other side is a stallion that Scorch leans into in a way that leaves no part of their relationship to the imagination.
The fourth is Bristol’s only friend amongst her new Kingdom-family, and the bay pegasus quirks a happy grin at Wishbone despite the gravity of the situation; she did not know Hestia, and feels only the merest whisper of passing grief. On the other hand she has grown fond of Wishbone, and is glad to see her friend given such accolades. Scorch turns to speaking of diplomatic visits and Bristol first thinks to accompany her friend to Hyaline, but a spotted mare speaks up to claim that spot and three would most certainly be overkill. The stallion offers to escort someone to Sylva, and Scorch will go alone to her sire in Ischia, so that leaves… “I’m Bristol,” she announces with another quicksilver grin to any who might not know. “I volunteer to go to Loess, alone or in the company of a diplomat.”
For a moment, she turns her gaze squarely to her new Queen, and wonders if Scorch can see can see her sire in her. Bristol has her father’s eyes, as well as sharing a size, color and build with him. She’s even kept her wings in their natural state today, large and inky black. She will ask no special treatment for being an Ischian princess, as she suspects her friend Wishbone had asked none for being a Tephran princess, but she wants Scorch to know that with so many of her sons and grandsons in Ischia with Brennen, Brennen’s own children have not forgotten Nerine. And then there’s her age - she knows from her sire that Scorch is one of the oldest amongst those left who remember the old Kingdoms, and Bristol is ever hungry for more stories of her mother, and hopes that Scorch knew Prague.
The fourth is Bristol’s only friend amongst her new Kingdom-family, and the bay pegasus quirks a happy grin at Wishbone despite the gravity of the situation; she did not know Hestia, and feels only the merest whisper of passing grief. On the other hand she has grown fond of Wishbone, and is glad to see her friend given such accolades. Scorch turns to speaking of diplomatic visits and Bristol first thinks to accompany her friend to Hyaline, but a spotted mare speaks up to claim that spot and three would most certainly be overkill. The stallion offers to escort someone to Sylva, and Scorch will go alone to her sire in Ischia, so that leaves… “I’m Bristol,” she announces with another quicksilver grin to any who might not know. “I volunteer to go to Loess, alone or in the company of a diplomat.”
For a moment, she turns her gaze squarely to her new Queen, and wonders if Scorch can see can see her sire in her. Bristol has her father’s eyes, as well as sharing a size, color and build with him. She’s even kept her wings in their natural state today, large and inky black. She will ask no special treatment for being an Ischian princess, as she suspects her friend Wishbone had asked none for being a Tephran princess, but she wants Scorch to know that with so many of her sons and grandsons in Ischia with Brennen, Brennen’s own children have not forgotten Nerine. And then there’s her age - she knows from her sire that Scorch is one of the oldest amongst those left who remember the old Kingdoms, and Bristol is ever hungry for more stories of her mother, and hopes that Scorch knew Prague.