Ea
04-12-2015, 04:28 PM
It’s a scene that has been played before: a girl walks into the meadow.
Ea has grown tired of her mother and the Amazons, bored by how she is paraded around as a princess and trained to become a queen. How hard could it be to run a kingdom? Her mother was tightly wound; a worrier and an over-thinker, and Ea was neither of those things. She lived with a cool confidence, a relaxed self-assurance. She was important. And so she moved about Beqanna on her own schedule, unconcerned. Today, she felt like venturing to the meadow, where she had not been before.
And so it is a scene that has played before, but not for her.
She is small, still a child and one that has grown more in mind than in body. She looks young with her fluffy tail and her patches of baby hair, but her mind is sharper. Ea takes in everything around her: the dark clouds, promising a storm later that day; the scuffling bugs, hidden in the grasses that almost covered the girl completely; and the trees –
She is startled, momentarily, by a loud crack. She whips her head around to see a tree falling and a red and white girl her age scrambling away from the tree. For a moment Ea is frozen, unsure of what to do, but then the other girl does something unexpected: suddenly, she is giddy – laughing and climbing on top of the fallen tree. The silver fire-girl approaches her, then, reminding herself to move at a relaxed pace.
“That was funny,” she says, though unsmiling. She was unaccustomed to being particularly warm – her smiles were occasional and brief. To show too many emotions, even as a child, was unbecoming of a princess: this she knew. “I’m Ea. What was that?”
Ea has grown tired of her mother and the Amazons, bored by how she is paraded around as a princess and trained to become a queen. How hard could it be to run a kingdom? Her mother was tightly wound; a worrier and an over-thinker, and Ea was neither of those things. She lived with a cool confidence, a relaxed self-assurance. She was important. And so she moved about Beqanna on her own schedule, unconcerned. Today, she felt like venturing to the meadow, where she had not been before.
And so it is a scene that has played before, but not for her.
She is small, still a child and one that has grown more in mind than in body. She looks young with her fluffy tail and her patches of baby hair, but her mind is sharper. Ea takes in everything around her: the dark clouds, promising a storm later that day; the scuffling bugs, hidden in the grasses that almost covered the girl completely; and the trees –
She is startled, momentarily, by a loud crack. She whips her head around to see a tree falling and a red and white girl her age scrambling away from the tree. For a moment Ea is frozen, unsure of what to do, but then the other girl does something unexpected: suddenly, she is giddy – laughing and climbing on top of the fallen tree. The silver fire-girl approaches her, then, reminding herself to move at a relaxed pace.
“That was funny,” she says, though unsmiling. She was unaccustomed to being particularly warm – her smiles were occasional and brief. To show too many emotions, even as a child, was unbecoming of a princess: this she knew. “I’m Ea. What was that?”