Agnieszka
The waves below them rolled and roared. High tide. Up here the sound was a sushing soothing thing that kept the painted mare’s mind steady and concealed their words should anyone pass by. Unlikely as that was in the dead of night.
He used to live here. How long ago, and whether he was still welcome or not was not disclosed. She noticed this but did not comment. ”I’m not fond of the caves but perhaps you were attached to yours. You didn’t stop to verify the rumors?” There is still a Queen in Nerine but perhaps not the same one who had destroyed his cave home. Breckin hadn’t seemed like a destroyer, but her impression of the mare had been brief. Perhaps Agnieszka had not remastered the ability to judge another’s character. A spur of anxiety dug in, alive and undefinable. Was it the memory of meeting Breckin alongside Djinni? The fact that she and Stillwater had now locked eyes and failed to deviate?
Was her home destroyed?
She shouldn’t know the answer to his question. Though he wouldn’t know that she hadn’t remembered anything since their first meeting. However she didn’t shake her head though the inclination had been there. Arching her scarred neck to pull her chin in Agnieszka remembered the dreams. ”Yes. It must have been. I don’t know what happened, but I’m certain that something is gone. Home, and other things.” Many other things. It was probably stupid to assume this based on nightmares alone but it was all she had to go on.
Agnieszka almost asked Stillwater why he had come. In the end she didn’t, knowing that he would likely enlighten her. Loneliness and a hunger for connection created in her a desire to play whatever game he had come here to play.
an unequaled gift for disaster
@[Stillwater]