10-22-2019, 01:45 AM
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<center><div class="Wennycontain"><img class="Wennyimg" src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ea/37/69/ea3769a9996075ca9173f6b7facc065a.jpg"><div class="Wennyname">Eurwen</div>
<div class="Wennyquote">the secret of walking on water<br>is knowing where the rocks lie</div><div class="Wennygrad"></div><div class="Wennytext">Words come when she’s steadied herself; staring at the Mountain before her, half-turned away from the younger mare, Eurwen lets the words wash over her like a wave. Most of them slide off, harmless. Unheard. But some stand out.
”I think... neither do you. But I also think it doesn’t matter.” comes a hesitating answer. Still she doesn’t really look at the girl (for a three-year-old is not quite a woman either - heck, neither is five-year-old Eurwen); she says it toneless, as if they’re not really here, and her thoughts are occupied with something else.
Oriash is right in every sense of the word. Eurwen is not okay. Not herself - she never would or should have acted like this. Yet strangely enough, it felt like a relief as well.
”You already know I’m not.” A pause follows. ”Are you?”
It’s a glimpse, perhaps, of Wenny as she would have been, without the damage, without the sickness. A trace of the heir to a kingdom full of strong women, both inside and out.
But it’s only a wisp of that gleam, of that kindness and strength that puts others before herself while still she might triumph. The rose-spotted woman turns to meet the eyes of the daughter of she-who-must-not-be-named only ever so briefly; then the feverish orbs turn away to their surroundings, trying to see if the fears and strangers are only her nightmares, or if they’re real.</div></div></center>
@[Oriash]
Only took me forever! (: but here’s a reply
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<center><div class="Wennycontain"><img class="Wennyimg" src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ea/37/69/ea3769a9996075ca9173f6b7facc065a.jpg"><div class="Wennyname">Eurwen</div>
<div class="Wennyquote">the secret of walking on water<br>is knowing where the rocks lie</div><div class="Wennygrad"></div><div class="Wennytext">Words come when she’s steadied herself; staring at the Mountain before her, half-turned away from the younger mare, Eurwen lets the words wash over her like a wave. Most of them slide off, harmless. Unheard. But some stand out.
”I think... neither do you. But I also think it doesn’t matter.” comes a hesitating answer. Still she doesn’t really look at the girl (for a three-year-old is not quite a woman either - heck, neither is five-year-old Eurwen); she says it toneless, as if they’re not really here, and her thoughts are occupied with something else.
Oriash is right in every sense of the word. Eurwen is not okay. Not herself - she never would or should have acted like this. Yet strangely enough, it felt like a relief as well.
”You already know I’m not.” A pause follows. ”Are you?”
It’s a glimpse, perhaps, of Wenny as she would have been, without the damage, without the sickness. A trace of the heir to a kingdom full of strong women, both inside and out.
But it’s only a wisp of that gleam, of that kindness and strength that puts others before herself while still she might triumph. The rose-spotted woman turns to meet the eyes of the daughter of she-who-must-not-be-named only ever so briefly; then the feverish orbs turn away to their surroundings, trying to see if the fears and strangers are only her nightmares, or if they’re real.</div></div></center>
@[Oriash]
Only took me forever! (: but here’s a reply