11-03-2018, 01:27 PM
She had learned a lot from her run-in with Nerine residents, so there was a lot on her mind. Nerine is in trouble; an illness of some kind was spreading across Beqanna, making the Kingdoms move to places she assumed haven’t been infected yet. And the isle was where Nerine wanted to move for safety. That must mean the isle was a haven. Perhaps that meant it hasn’t been touched by the illness yet. If she stayed, then she was safe.
However, the residents of Nerine needed the land the most. She wanted to help, yet, she had no magic. She couldn’t heal the sick, she couldn’t banish the illness from the land so it could no longer make others suffer. But she didn’t know how. The only way she knew she may be able to help is if she claims the land and gives them the safety and protection they need. That wouldn’t be much different from them owning the land themselves, though. Who owned it didn’t matter. If it was theirs, they could come and go as they please. If it becomes hers, she would allow them in anyway.
She sighed, shaking her head gently at herself.
Camomila wanted the land a lot more than she had realized. And since it didn’t matter who owned it, there was nothing wrong with her claiming it. She would be taking nothing from Nerine. In fact, she wouldn’t be making much of a difference. The only real difference is that she was new and they didn’t trust her. How was she supposed to prove that she was no threat? That her intentions were pure?
That thought was broken when she saw two horses up ahead. Both stallions, she could see as she neared. And one of them she had seen before. The red roan with scales and golden streaks in his hair; very memorable.
Putting on a friendly smile, she greeted the two, “Hello.” But this was not an attempt to make friends or be social, that could wait. There was much to discuss between her and the red roan.
However, the residents of Nerine needed the land the most. She wanted to help, yet, she had no magic. She couldn’t heal the sick, she couldn’t banish the illness from the land so it could no longer make others suffer. But she didn’t know how. The only way she knew she may be able to help is if she claims the land and gives them the safety and protection they need. That wouldn’t be much different from them owning the land themselves, though. Who owned it didn’t matter. If it was theirs, they could come and go as they please. If it becomes hers, she would allow them in anyway.
She sighed, shaking her head gently at herself.
Camomila wanted the land a lot more than she had realized. And since it didn’t matter who owned it, there was nothing wrong with her claiming it. She would be taking nothing from Nerine. In fact, she wouldn’t be making much of a difference. The only real difference is that she was new and they didn’t trust her. How was she supposed to prove that she was no threat? That her intentions were pure?
That thought was broken when she saw two horses up ahead. Both stallions, she could see as she neared. And one of them she had seen before. The red roan with scales and golden streaks in his hair; very memorable.
Putting on a friendly smile, she greeted the two, “Hello.” But this was not an attempt to make friends or be social, that could wait. There was much to discuss between her and the red roan.
@[Leilan] Let’s talk :3
