04-07-2021, 06:59 PM
Mazikeen
Things aren’t necessarily back to normal by a long shot, but the regular rise and fall of the sun helps to contribute to the illusion that it is. There are faces Mazikeen wants to see again, faces she should have probably checked in with a long time ago.
What’s one more thing to make herself feel guilty about?
It’s a bright morning when she makes her way to Tephra. She’d been here before but it was more of a stopping point before heading to Islandres. Also, it had been dark and the second time she had not been able to see anything.
Now, that’s not an issue. Now she’s very much focused on this jungle and not any other tropical lands in the area. Because right now, she’s looking for Wishbone - and hoping the (now) purple mare had made it through the rest of the eclipse unharmed.
Or would she be in an entirely different body? Well, she supposed if anyone walked up to her and greeted her by name she’d find out soon enough.
Mazikeen keeps close to the border out of politeness - pacing a little as her natural horse self as she feigns exploring while waiting for someone to approach. Someone who could tell her where she could find Wishbone or - if luck was on her side - the mare herself. They’d met in the shadows, their friendship had been forged in blood, and she finds herself eager to see this new friend again.
What’s one more thing to make herself feel guilty about?
It’s a bright morning when she makes her way to Tephra. She’d been here before but it was more of a stopping point before heading to Islandres. Also, it had been dark and the second time she had not been able to see anything.
Now, that’s not an issue. Now she’s very much focused on this jungle and not any other tropical lands in the area. Because right now, she’s looking for Wishbone - and hoping the (now) purple mare had made it through the rest of the eclipse unharmed.
Or would she be in an entirely different body? Well, she supposed if anyone walked up to her and greeted her by name she’d find out soon enough.
Mazikeen keeps close to the border out of politeness - pacing a little as her natural horse self as she feigns exploring while waiting for someone to approach. Someone who could tell her where she could find Wishbone or - if luck was on her side - the mare herself. They’d met in the shadows, their friendship had been forged in blood, and she finds herself eager to see this new friend again.
@[Wishbone] <3