11-12-2019, 11:26 AM
Ilma
One night I will be the moon
hanging over you
One night I will be a star
follow where you are
hanging over you
One night I will be a star
follow where you are
She set herself on a quest, and she cannot, will not, stop with the easy visits… but she won’t go to Castile as it is right now. She’d tried to talk with him countless times, and every time he kept on starting about how she wouldn’t agree with him anyway - about things he never bothered to talk to her about before actually doing them - until she indeed started to disagree with his methods.
After all, that is not how one treats a friend.
She knows the Comtesse isn’t on good foot with the actual queen of her territory, as well. Ilma doesn’t have to hear or see things the way others do; she sees glimpses of futures, of Lepis deciding on something that was proposed to her a while ago - something the white mare can calculate back on, what the question would have been.
She’s not all-knowing, but she knows things. And she also knows how to move with the waves - a skill she had not always mastered, and once too many instead.
Taiga and Loess might be the most dangerous territories for her personal quest (one that the fairies had never needed to ask of her, unlike many others); though she knew the true dangers to be elsewhere.
Perhaps that is why she comes. Subtly and quietly, like a ray of sunlight through the trees’ canopy; but warming one spot at the time anyway, until a trail is visibly dry on the forest floor.
Slowly, and steadily. Warmly.
As such, there are things she can’t avoid( like making up with the mare who once tried to convince her she wasn’t out for war, but peace.
And so peace is what surrounds the white mare when she lands near the border, and calls for the land’s leader.
After all, that is not how one treats a friend.
She knows the Comtesse isn’t on good foot with the actual queen of her territory, as well. Ilma doesn’t have to hear or see things the way others do; she sees glimpses of futures, of Lepis deciding on something that was proposed to her a while ago - something the white mare can calculate back on, what the question would have been.
She’s not all-knowing, but she knows things. And she also knows how to move with the waves - a skill she had not always mastered, and once too many instead.
Taiga and Loess might be the most dangerous territories for her personal quest (one that the fairies had never needed to ask of her, unlike many others); though she knew the true dangers to be elsewhere.
Perhaps that is why she comes. Subtly and quietly, like a ray of sunlight through the trees’ canopy; but warming one spot at the time anyway, until a trail is visibly dry on the forest floor.
Slowly, and steadily. Warmly.
As such, there are things she can’t avoid( like making up with the mare who once tried to convince her she wasn’t out for war, but peace.
And so peace is what surrounds the white mare when she lands near the border, and calls for the land’s leader.
Hurry, the sun is waking
Darling, don't leave me waiting
Darling, don't leave me waiting
@[Lepis]
Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time