heaven help a fool who falls in love
There is a time for everything. There is a time for happiness, a time for sadness, a time for beginnings, a time for endings, a time for victories, and a time for failures. Adalyn cannot say her life has been full of very many beginnings nor victories or failures. In fact, thus far in her life, she has experienced severe boredom on a daily basis. She’d stuck around for a while, seeking out her parents – her angelic father, more specifically – or siblings that she might be able to follow around in her younger years.
But the thrill of life and adventure and discovery was not found in trailing after others.
Adalyn comes to a time now when she needs something. She needs a kick-start in her life. She needs to take the pen to write her future into her own hands – well, hooves – and write it with a vicious sort of ambition. The world of Beqanna is brimming at her fingertips and she has instead chosen to sit back and watch squirrels chase each other up trees. So she is coming to a time for a beginning; a time that hopefully will not end as quickly as the rest of her history has so far.
The field seems like a good place to start. There is a vibrant sort of life within the welcoming location. It is an explosive mixing pot for the few and common of Beqanna, a place to advertise openings in life, an overflowing cooking skillet for opportunities. Adalyn intends to be one of the many who faithfully say the true beginning of their life started in the field, with recruitment.
So she settles herself near the lake’s shore. She can feel the power of the waterfall blossoming at the edge of her conscious, but she doesn’t run after the trail. Rather, she occasionally dips her metaphorical fingers into the smooth lake’s surface, causing ripples that span across the water’s entirety. A soft huff leaves her gentle lips, hoping someone will soon approach her.
adalyn
(I'm open for any kingdom, but I would prefer no herds please)