12-03-2016, 02:52 PM
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Beqanna
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
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12-03-2016, 02:52 PM
12-09-2016, 07:27 PM
Djinni has watched the pied queen as she in turn watches the sea.
It had not taken long for her to discern Nayl's purpose in doing so, but the mousy mare has never been inclined to be thoughtlessly benevolent. She waits long enough for the tobiano to have crossed the sandbars and the sea, and then appears beside the bedraggled looking mare in a puff of golden sand, looking refreshed and relaxed. "Perhaps you should ask for help next time," she says with a twist of her dark lips, looking out at the deep jungle rather than meeting Nayl's gaze. "We could have gotten here much faster. Though I suppose we should be used to swimming, shouldn't we?" At that she does look back over her shoulder, the smirk being replaced by an amused smile. D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster
12-10-2016, 07:13 PM
Ashley has been swimming; again.
That crimson tail of his is just disappearing as he makes the bank on the south coast, and once upon the sandy shores, makes his patrols of the island. He is dripping wet, but his muscles ripple in the light. He is svelte and athletic—taut red flesh stretched over lean muscle. A man who lives half of his life in the water, he feels like a prisoner to the gravity that chains him to the ground here. He has not yet had the ability to regrow his wings, but he is pleased with the day’s swim. Ashley is looking at the ground, moving at a full trot with his eyes on the sand as he moves, concentrating on breathing his exhale. His nostrils flare—the salt burned the inside of his nose and he is distracted—and he tosses his head, as if sneezing. Water spews outwards as he comes across the pair of women—again, unbeknownst to the ginger man—and he walks pass them, not having heard the genie speaking to her Queen. Ischia is an island that is treacherous for those without wings, and so the onset of visitors is rare—indeed has happened barely a handful of times since the Island’s beginning. And so, when Ashley basically sneezes on the two women, unaware of their existence, he tosses his head again—salt discomfort from his nose finally sated—and looks up… and if at all possible, the red man, turns even redder. He says nothing… Because this is not his usual composure. What do you even say? Nothing. You say nothing. ashley I walked the path, it led me to the end.
12-11-2016, 08:18 PM
She was beautiful..
That was the first thought that crossed his mind when he pulled back from them both, his amber eyes darting over the multi-colored lady. Her words were staccato, as they would be if someone sneezed on you. He grunts, making a dramatic show of backing up two full lengths, before shaking himself dry. His blessed blood pushed to the fore and he stretched out his back, before sprouting a pair of ginger-colored wings almost instantly. He shifts, finding his grace once more, before making those same two dramatic lengths forward, and nods to the ladies in question. It was usually something for him to look at someone and know their names, but for some reason, this multi-colored lady with the perfect face—she was like a stone wall to him. He raises his handsome head to get a better view of her, flicking his tail behind him. His ears pricked at the other, who was as an open book to him—but as to the first, all he could get was her name. And that had come from her friend’s mind, rather than her own. “Welcome to Ischia. I am Ashley. And no, it is not customary for sneezing to become a form of greeting. I do hope you can forgive me on that front. Visitors are so rare here. The path that slides off the mainland is eroding… making the trek dangerous if you don’t have wings—or magic.” The sun was nearing its peak for the day, and under the warmth of the day, the sand was heating up past what was tolerable for his feet, so his ears turn toward the interior of the island. Anywhere that would provide shade. This one, the stranger—she seemed as poised as they came. And he was curious to learn more, just as he was curious to find out why they were on his island. He says as much to them. “The sun is high, and the temperature is increasing. Why don’t we get off the beaches and you can tell me how you came to be here, and more importantly, why you are here.” ashley I walked the path, it led me to the end. OOC: Sorry I skipped you Khazie. I saw Aeris posted and got all musey. I'll wait next time, promise
12-12-2016, 02:27 PM
now you're staring at a queen. It’s quiet; she knows. It’s a different quiet from the Dale, though -- the Dale had always had a strong presence, which was usually enough to fend off any who wanted to take over the kingdom, but Ischia had no reputation. Although Ea knew how strong they all were, they were truthfully still reeling from the destruction of their old Beqanna. Some mourned their old lives longer than others. Ea seemed to take the longest, though she tried to keep her mourning to herself, to not make it so obvious to the residents that their leader was a bit distracted. She is making her way through the forest, exploring by herself, when she sees a group of three coming from the beach. She recognizes Ashley immediately, of course, but not the other two mares -- two similar-looking smoky pintos. Only one of them is soaked from the swim to the island. Ea approaches them -- Scorch taught her that queens (or leaders, now, though she preferred to be called queen) should always approach and greet newcomers, whether they were visitors or someone planning to stay. The silver mare exudes confidence with every step; not an obnoxious, in-your-face confidence but more quiet and subtle. She stops in front of them with a soft smile. “Hello, I’m Ea,” she says, looking first to Ashley, then between the two mares. “Always good to see you, Ashley. Welcome to Ischia. What can we do for you?”
12-12-2016, 02:47 PM
Raising her brows, Djinni tosses her head in the manner of a girl who teases 'what're you gonna do about it', as Nayl snips at her. She knows that the pied mare is no more serious than she is, but the playful nature of thier interaction ends (at least on Djinni's end) as soon as the stallion emerges from the sea.
He does not seem to see them, and Djinni watches - her sea green eyes a little narrowed - as he all but sneezes on them. Nayl says what she is thinking - perhaps a but more acerbically. The stallion seems properly chastised, backing away, but then he sprouts wings and comes forward once more, and Djinni takes a single step back to stand more equally beside Nayl. She doubts that the stallion means them any harm and is even more sure that Nayl can take care of herself, but there is far less risk of bodily injury when one simply isn't there to be attacked rather than dodging a blow. The sudden appearance of wings makes her pause, and she breifly considers sporting a pair of her own, and decides against it. She has never wished her mind an open book and so it is not. Still, there is something uncomfortably probing about the red stallion - something that confirms her suspicions of magic - and so she explicitly wishes herself safe inside her own mind, the way that she knows Nayl is. With it, she wishes him to forget whatever it is he might have learned without her explicit permission. He'll still have Nayl's name, since Djinni had said it aloud, but the rest of her secrets are as safe as they have always been. "I'm Djinni." The tobiano grullo replies, "And this is Queen Nayl of Nerine." There is more she could say but does not, and when he invites them to venture farther onto the island she looks to the piebald queen for conformation. This is her party, after all, Djinni is only tagging along. As she turns, she catches sight of another approaching figure, this one female with a rather lovely coat. Djinni is - as she often is - tempted to change herself to match - but she refrains, instead only nodding her head in greeting and saying, "I'm Djinni. ooc: i posted this then saw ea had replied. my b! D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster
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