05-23-2018, 08:25 PM
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W ith the lockdown lifted, Wound finds herself finally able to travel past Tephra’s shores. As much as she loves the sulfuric island, there’s a hidden piece of her that remains unsettled. Perhaps it is an old habit from her childhood days, when her brothers never allowed her to settle in one place for too long before they were moving again. There’s a wandering spirit nestled in the depths of her heart, one that pinches when she remains inside Tephra for too long. It is often pleased by the numerous diplomatic travels she must go on (to Loess and to Hyaline and to Ischia) but when the lockdown forced her to remain within the borders, her agitation became obvious.She heaves a sigh of relief in the Meadow, now. With spring fully-fledging, the clearing is bustling with activity. Wound’s heart warms at the sight of leggy children floundering through high grass and tumbling against their mothers’ sides (though her heart aches too, for the love of another child against her own shoulder). A soft smile finds her face as she finds a willow tree nearby. The soft, long branches brush against her back as she moves beneath the shade. The sweeping leaves tickle at her umber body, dragging along her silvery mane as she walks. She’s a pretty contrast, standing in the shade with the emerald grass beneath her and the dull green above her and the blue sky even higher still and the silver-brown of her body, and some would even go to call her gorgeous if it weren’t for the deformation of her leg. Wound’s eyes spot a newcomer to Beqanna — a tall, dark stallion with a scar against his mouth — look at her with eyes so accusing she can feel the mistrust like a hot summer day. Where before her cheeks might have flared red with embarrassment, now she merely offers the stallion a generous, forgiving smile and turns her attention back to watch a pair of twins (a yearling and a newborn) tousle in a bed of lacy white flowers. |
credit to nat of adoxography.