11-11-2018, 10:11 AM
Again she spanned the water gap between Nerine and the Isle, thinking naively that there was an off chance that the second time around might prove to make it easier since she knew what to expect. But it didn't. Maybe under normal circumstances, her theory would have proven true, but the knowledge of pregnancy was lost to her, and she internally cursed the unrelenting exhaustion that seemed to accompany it.
She had begun to move further inland to search for the ones she recognized. Concern began to wriggle its way into her thoughts with the more ground she gained, wondering how she could've made it this far north without so much as passing someone. But her senses are assailed with voices and scents of familiarity when she takes another step into the frozen gale.
Thankfully, there are no explosions to inhibit her approach and she finds a place between Leilan and Brennen without objection. Her dark gaze sweeps towards those she knows first, meeting their eyes in a subtle acknowledgment before turning towards the pale green mare she could easily assume to be Camomila; to her, she offers the shadow of a faint smile before her fleeting stare moves towards the unknown black mare obviously not staking claim to either side, before falling towards the pair that so that apparently harbored Nerine's opposition.
The leopard mare hadn't heard the majority of the discussion, only what was issued by her Champion and Leilan, but with the knowledge of meetings, and others visions and memories, she is quick to fill in the small gaps. Brennen's kindness is admirable, laying the option of three choices before them. And Leilan's diplomatic approach is surprisingly beautiful. But it is her belief, in that present time, that only one of the three options Brenne offered would truly be beneficial to her people in the grander scheme of things.
"You should leave. There are other safe havens you might attempt to claim." the even tone of her voice passes through her lips on the rolling drift of white vapor. Her expression placid, she regards the duo in careful assessment. Normally she'd offer her name, but would it even matter at this point?
"None of Nerine's residents seem to be taking kindly to your motivations or your ideas and I'm hard-pressed to believe that any of them will be able to relax with your presence here, whether they live here directly or on the shores of our homeland. You simply being here would only serve to cause disruption now and foster greater chaos long-term. And I find it hard to believe you will be forever placated by living amongst us." She pauses briefly, to tilt her head thoughtfully while the press of her lips slope upward into a shallow smile. She can make no claim to the Island, as she already leads one herself but she offers her opinion nonetheless, unable to foresee there actually being any 'peace' should these people remain."And admittedly, I have an appreciation of peace and quiet."
The idea of bloodshed is not ideal in her opinion, but the length of time these debates were harboring had gone well beyond the line between acceptable and ridiculous. So perhaps that would be the only path to quicker resolve, should these strangers choose the like.
She had begun to move further inland to search for the ones she recognized. Concern began to wriggle its way into her thoughts with the more ground she gained, wondering how she could've made it this far north without so much as passing someone. But her senses are assailed with voices and scents of familiarity when she takes another step into the frozen gale.
Thankfully, there are no explosions to inhibit her approach and she finds a place between Leilan and Brennen without objection. Her dark gaze sweeps towards those she knows first, meeting their eyes in a subtle acknowledgment before turning towards the pale green mare she could easily assume to be Camomila; to her, she offers the shadow of a faint smile before her fleeting stare moves towards the unknown black mare obviously not staking claim to either side, before falling towards the pair that so that apparently harbored Nerine's opposition.
The leopard mare hadn't heard the majority of the discussion, only what was issued by her Champion and Leilan, but with the knowledge of meetings, and others visions and memories, she is quick to fill in the small gaps. Brennen's kindness is admirable, laying the option of three choices before them. And Leilan's diplomatic approach is surprisingly beautiful. But it is her belief, in that present time, that only one of the three options Brenne offered would truly be beneficial to her people in the grander scheme of things.
"You should leave. There are other safe havens you might attempt to claim." the even tone of her voice passes through her lips on the rolling drift of white vapor. Her expression placid, she regards the duo in careful assessment. Normally she'd offer her name, but would it even matter at this point?
"None of Nerine's residents seem to be taking kindly to your motivations or your ideas and I'm hard-pressed to believe that any of them will be able to relax with your presence here, whether they live here directly or on the shores of our homeland. You simply being here would only serve to cause disruption now and foster greater chaos long-term. And I find it hard to believe you will be forever placated by living amongst us." She pauses briefly, to tilt her head thoughtfully while the press of her lips slope upward into a shallow smile. She can make no claim to the Island, as she already leads one herself but she offers her opinion nonetheless, unable to foresee there actually being any 'peace' should these people remain."And admittedly, I have an appreciation of peace and quiet."
The idea of bloodshed is not ideal in her opinion, but the length of time these debates were harboring had gone well beyond the line between acceptable and ridiculous. So perhaps that would be the only path to quicker resolve, should these strangers choose the like.