06-24-2015, 11:50 AM
The memory of coming to the field has simply vanished from her memory. She cannot certainly recall the last time she came here. Maybe it was when she was small and but a filly, back in the days when she was free to roam on her own accord and find her own adventure in the world. It had been a pleasant time for her because she once had everything she wanted – a home, a family, and love. It was a simple life then, Lucrezia remembers, but now it was completely different.
She stares off into the distance, watching the rain poor from underneath one of the trees that scatter across the terrain. Lucrezia inhales the scent of the rain and autumn. There is something peaceful about a disaster like today’s weather in the field. It reminds her of a home she once knew, despite all of its dark shadows and horror stories it had been a peaceful place. But the Chamber is no longer her home and neither is the family that once claimed her really her family. Lucrezia must forget and make amends for what she no longer has.
The winged mare steps forward, her nutmeg eyes causally crossing over to a group that seems to be newly gathering together. She has always been a curious individual so it is not out of her character to find herself coming towards the group. After all, Lucrezia is here to find others and offer them a home (more than a home if they so want). It was her duty after all as a diplomatic of the sandy kingdom. And truly it was engrained in her mind to serve and obey her kingdom – that was the way of the Chamber and she knows nothing else except to sacrifice herself for the greater good of the kingdom no matter how selfish it may be.
“Hello everyone,” she says with a soft smile touching her thin lips, “Quite the rainy day to meet and greet others, isn’t it?” Causal conversations were always the key opener Rodrik, her father, told her once. It was also important to acknowledge those others around you, so she does not forget to meet the others gaze and giving them a nod of greeting. Her eyes stay more on the Queen of the Jungle – she knows about the Jungle but truly never visited there as a child. It was a sacred land from the way her father used to talk about. It was his birth home and she knows many stories about her aunt, uncle, and grandparents that lived there. Maybe she would visit there soon but now wasn’t the time to plan her next adventure. She turns her gaze back to the red roan mare. “I am Lucrezia.” A name that mean nothing really, but maybe someday it would.
She stares off into the distance, watching the rain poor from underneath one of the trees that scatter across the terrain. Lucrezia inhales the scent of the rain and autumn. There is something peaceful about a disaster like today’s weather in the field. It reminds her of a home she once knew, despite all of its dark shadows and horror stories it had been a peaceful place. But the Chamber is no longer her home and neither is the family that once claimed her really her family. Lucrezia must forget and make amends for what she no longer has.
The winged mare steps forward, her nutmeg eyes causally crossing over to a group that seems to be newly gathering together. She has always been a curious individual so it is not out of her character to find herself coming towards the group. After all, Lucrezia is here to find others and offer them a home (more than a home if they so want). It was her duty after all as a diplomatic of the sandy kingdom. And truly it was engrained in her mind to serve and obey her kingdom – that was the way of the Chamber and she knows nothing else except to sacrifice herself for the greater good of the kingdom no matter how selfish it may be.
“Hello everyone,” she says with a soft smile touching her thin lips, “Quite the rainy day to meet and greet others, isn’t it?” Causal conversations were always the key opener Rodrik, her father, told her once. It was also important to acknowledge those others around you, so she does not forget to meet the others gaze and giving them a nod of greeting. Her eyes stay more on the Queen of the Jungle – she knows about the Jungle but truly never visited there as a child. It was a sacred land from the way her father used to talk about. It was his birth home and she knows many stories about her aunt, uncle, and grandparents that lived there. Maybe she would visit there soon but now wasn’t the time to plan her next adventure. She turns her gaze back to the red roan mare. “I am Lucrezia.” A name that mean nothing really, but maybe someday it would.
Lucrezia
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