09-20-2018, 11:55 AM
Spring always seemed to be the gateway to change, of seasons and of the land's shedding of hibernation to the awakening of new life and promises. Like the evolution of the land in the rising warmth of the season of blooming, Breckin had not been exception. Though maybe not in the way that would be expected of an unimposing mare such as herself, ambling through the kingdom grounds methodically. There's no swell of her barrel, or a metaphorical glow that radiates off of her like a warm aura. Not this year anyway. And if someone bothered to look beyond the hard set of her brown eyes today, not simply sparing a passing glance, then they would see the rise and fall of conflicted thoughts.
Leilan was not a part of these troublesome musings that clouded her thoughts today, nor Wolfbane, or any other kingdom issue for that matter. But something else entirely, weaving a selfish pattern through the tapestry of her own self loathing.
Drifting along the outskirts of the realm, the darkness of steadfast eyes shift outward, noticing two very familiar figures nearby--Nalia and Roseen. The painted maiden she'd seen frequently exploring the many nooks and crannies that Nerine had to offer, or watched her soar patterns across the dying sky while she stood below. It makes her smile softly as she remembers these small lighthearted memories, a sensation that had grown so increasingly foreign as of late. And Roseen, the uncertain sooty bay woman that she purposefully encountered while already being pursued by both Arthas and Leilan a time ago. Many regrets plagued her, but ultimately that day hadn't fallen towards that side of the scale. Though as emotional and troublesome that day had become, it perhaps helped guide her back towards a more righted place in her life.
Still smiling, she approaches the pair slowly, ears flickering lazily while listening to Nalia's quick offerance of shelter for the heavily burdened woman. "Thank you for finding Roseen, Nalia, and thank you for kindly offering our quiet refuges." Breckin easily commends the younger woman's quick reaction to offering her assistance. Turning her deep gaze back towards the sooty mare, "As my Sister said, welcome to Nerine. I think maybe it's best to skip the torture of small talk for now. Why don't we get you somewhere more comfortable first?"
Leilan was not a part of these troublesome musings that clouded her thoughts today, nor Wolfbane, or any other kingdom issue for that matter. But something else entirely, weaving a selfish pattern through the tapestry of her own self loathing.
Drifting along the outskirts of the realm, the darkness of steadfast eyes shift outward, noticing two very familiar figures nearby--Nalia and Roseen. The painted maiden she'd seen frequently exploring the many nooks and crannies that Nerine had to offer, or watched her soar patterns across the dying sky while she stood below. It makes her smile softly as she remembers these small lighthearted memories, a sensation that had grown so increasingly foreign as of late. And Roseen, the uncertain sooty bay woman that she purposefully encountered while already being pursued by both Arthas and Leilan a time ago. Many regrets plagued her, but ultimately that day hadn't fallen towards that side of the scale. Though as emotional and troublesome that day had become, it perhaps helped guide her back towards a more righted place in her life.
Still smiling, she approaches the pair slowly, ears flickering lazily while listening to Nalia's quick offerance of shelter for the heavily burdened woman. "Thank you for finding Roseen, Nalia, and thank you for kindly offering our quiet refuges." Breckin easily commends the younger woman's quick reaction to offering her assistance. Turning her deep gaze back towards the sooty mare, "As my Sister said, welcome to Nerine. I think maybe it's best to skip the torture of small talk for now. Why don't we get you somewhere more comfortable first?"
BRECKIN
call me forward when the crown falls
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@[Roseen] @[Nalia]