12-01-2019, 10:32 AM
It is altogether too easy to offend Ori when it comes to mention of her mothers. Well, only one of them really. She has forgiven Solace, though she’d never truly blamed Solace for falling ill, for taking the time she needed to heal. Kagerus, however, had simply chosen Solace over her defenseless, tiny daughter. Kagerus hasn’t come running, half delusional, to find Ori the moment she’d woken. In truth, Ori has no idea what has happened to her other mother, because she hasn’t seen hide nor hair of her. Yet if Solace was back, Kagerus must be as well.
The supposed goodness of her mother fanned a flame Ori could not managed to smother. Certainly there were parts of her mother that were good, but it was not all of her mother. She simply wished they knew the truth, that they understood things gilded in gold often simply hid the rust.
“Ori,” she says, no hesitation in her voice. She has not been Oriash for a long time, she is not even sure who Oriash is. Who might she have become if her mothers had stayed, if her life had turned out differently? The question doesn’t warrant much thought though, because the answer doesn’t matter. Her life had turned out how it had, and she didn’t dislike who it had shaped her into.
The other mare affirms that she is in fact new, and Ori smiles and nods slightly. “Welcome, then. Has anyone given you a tour?” It seems like a polite thing to offer, and one Ori can deliver on. She’d spent her entire childhood wandering Loess, really, spending little time with anyone but herself and her illusions. She knew the land far better than its residents.
Oceane follows this up with another question. It never even dawns on Ori to ask where the other mare is from or what brings her here. Such information is personal, at least in Ori’s world, and she has never been one to pry. “I’ve started to recently. And really, it just depends on what interests you the most. We had a few allied territories that are good to know, or if you find yourself drawn to politics you could visit the other major kingdoms. Or there are some places that are simply beautiful. I can probably offer better suggestions if I know what your interests are.” At least she could try.
@[Oceane]
The supposed goodness of her mother fanned a flame Ori could not managed to smother. Certainly there were parts of her mother that were good, but it was not all of her mother. She simply wished they knew the truth, that they understood things gilded in gold often simply hid the rust.
“Ori,” she says, no hesitation in her voice. She has not been Oriash for a long time, she is not even sure who Oriash is. Who might she have become if her mothers had stayed, if her life had turned out differently? The question doesn’t warrant much thought though, because the answer doesn’t matter. Her life had turned out how it had, and she didn’t dislike who it had shaped her into.
The other mare affirms that she is in fact new, and Ori smiles and nods slightly. “Welcome, then. Has anyone given you a tour?” It seems like a polite thing to offer, and one Ori can deliver on. She’d spent her entire childhood wandering Loess, really, spending little time with anyone but herself and her illusions. She knew the land far better than its residents.
Oceane follows this up with another question. It never even dawns on Ori to ask where the other mare is from or what brings her here. Such information is personal, at least in Ori’s world, and she has never been one to pry. “I’ve started to recently. And really, it just depends on what interests you the most. We had a few allied territories that are good to know, or if you find yourself drawn to politics you could visit the other major kingdoms. Or there are some places that are simply beautiful. I can probably offer better suggestions if I know what your interests are.” At least she could try.
@[Oceane]
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission