07-09-2019, 02:18 PM
It is strange to her to see the world from the ground. Not that she has never done so before, but never with the intent to stay, to make this place her home. The world from above is beautiful and endless, her sight far less limited than here. Above, she can see for miles on a clear day, could watch the war as it unfolded as if reading about it in a book. Here, everything is so close, and she can see only the lush greenery that grows around them, the lava that covers parts of the ground, the volcano in the distance. There is so much more beyond that she cannot see, and it makes her feel so small, then. Rae isn’t a fool, she doesn’t believe herself larger than life, but the sky is simply so big and now, here…Well, it would take some getting used to.
Jakub greets Leliana as Queen, and Rae finds that she is not particularly surprised by the title. It fit her, fit the way she carried herself, fit the way she so easily invited Rae into their home. She has met Queens in her life, of course, though had never seen one quite as she had seen Leliana, on the cusp of a change that Rae didn’t quite grasp but could feel the edges of, at least. She has seen Kings and Queens rise and fall, and in this, she wonders what the future for her friend will be, and finds herself already hoping it will be a peaceful change.
Leliana agrees to join them in their walk, and Rae doesn’t miss the way she shuffles her wings slightly. She offers the mare a sideways grin as she falls into step with her new companions. Leliana breaks the silence after the moment, though Rae has to pull her attention from the landscape around her. She knew it, from above, but to be in it feels so different, so new, and it’s like learning the place all over again. There’s so much she doesn’t know, like the way the land dips and rises, the way the lava feels beneath her sky-bright hooves.
Her ears flick to the other mare, noting how she refers to the land as a ‘she’ and finding this strange and interesting. A land could be that important, that much, to be made equal? Leliana explains the options of living here, and they feel finite and yet limitless, though Rae finds her mind catching on the word purpose. She cares little for ranks and title, but a purpose might help her settle, might give her the reason to stay that she seeks.
Leliana doesn’t linger there though, and Rae moves along with the conversation for now, watching the flowers that bloom beneath the Queen’s feet. The topic turns to some history, and Rae doesn’t miss how Leliana connects this place with Rae’s own roots. She’s not entirely sure how a spirit of one land could be given to another, but then again, she doesn’t pretend to fully understand magic. She smiles though, grateful to the mare for the tidbit. “It is arguably warm enough here to have roots in the Jungle,” she says with a playful grin. It is not a complaint, but the land is definitely warm and humid as the Jungle once must have been, at least in some small part.
“May I ask how you each came to live here?” she asks, the deeper root a curiosity of how someone knows that one particular land is the place for them. It’s not as if they tried and tasted them all. Did they just come, as she came? Perhaps it was that simple. Yet, having been born when she was born, Rae didn’t yet trust the permanence of a land. Then again, it was hard to say the sky was permanent at all, and so maybe she expected something that was simply impossible.
Jakub greets Leliana as Queen, and Rae finds that she is not particularly surprised by the title. It fit her, fit the way she carried herself, fit the way she so easily invited Rae into their home. She has met Queens in her life, of course, though had never seen one quite as she had seen Leliana, on the cusp of a change that Rae didn’t quite grasp but could feel the edges of, at least. She has seen Kings and Queens rise and fall, and in this, she wonders what the future for her friend will be, and finds herself already hoping it will be a peaceful change.
Leliana agrees to join them in their walk, and Rae doesn’t miss the way she shuffles her wings slightly. She offers the mare a sideways grin as she falls into step with her new companions. Leliana breaks the silence after the moment, though Rae has to pull her attention from the landscape around her. She knew it, from above, but to be in it feels so different, so new, and it’s like learning the place all over again. There’s so much she doesn’t know, like the way the land dips and rises, the way the lava feels beneath her sky-bright hooves.
Her ears flick to the other mare, noting how she refers to the land as a ‘she’ and finding this strange and interesting. A land could be that important, that much, to be made equal? Leliana explains the options of living here, and they feel finite and yet limitless, though Rae finds her mind catching on the word purpose. She cares little for ranks and title, but a purpose might help her settle, might give her the reason to stay that she seeks.
Leliana doesn’t linger there though, and Rae moves along with the conversation for now, watching the flowers that bloom beneath the Queen’s feet. The topic turns to some history, and Rae doesn’t miss how Leliana connects this place with Rae’s own roots. She’s not entirely sure how a spirit of one land could be given to another, but then again, she doesn’t pretend to fully understand magic. She smiles though, grateful to the mare for the tidbit. “It is arguably warm enough here to have roots in the Jungle,” she says with a playful grin. It is not a complaint, but the land is definitely warm and humid as the Jungle once must have been, at least in some small part.
“May I ask how you each came to live here?” she asks, the deeper root a curiosity of how someone knows that one particular land is the place for them. It’s not as if they tried and tasted them all. Did they just come, as she came? Perhaps it was that simple. Yet, having been born when she was born, Rae didn’t yet trust the permanence of a land. Then again, it was hard to say the sky was permanent at all, and so maybe she expected something that was simply impossible.
rae
my soul is in the sky
@[Jakub] and @[leliana]
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