11-13-2015, 05:05 PM
No one is truly ordinary, when it comes down to it. One might be ordinary in appearance, but the mind and the heart have capabilities that many underestimate. It is one of the things Yael loves about the world - there are surprises under every leaf, and a hidden beauty in the simplest of things. That could be the magic talking, or just her standard bit of optimism. With a placid smile on her face, the gold and silver mare lands delicately near the glossy black mare and the pale stallion, tucking her wings in at her sides. She snorts softly, walking over to them, her warm, cinnamon colored eyes betraying nothing of the rather extraordinary circumstances that surround her at the moment.
Yael usually likes the foreigners; they remind her that there is life outside Beqanna, and that there was once a land she left to the ashes and the flames. They remind her to be thankful.
“Xello to you bote. I ahm Yael, and I am from ze Desert. Some’ting tells me t’at you, Daey, are not looking for a keengdom. But I come to offer eet nonzeeless.” A kingdom meant more than just popping out babies. It meant having something to work for, and a larger sort of family. A family of those you choose to be with. A family that can protect and nurture and offer so much more.
Yael usually likes the foreigners; they remind her that there is life outside Beqanna, and that there was once a land she left to the ashes and the flames. They remind her to be thankful.
“Xello to you bote. I ahm Yael, and I am from ze Desert. Some’ting tells me t’at you, Daey, are not looking for a keengdom. But I come to offer eet nonzeeless.” A kingdom meant more than just popping out babies. It meant having something to work for, and a larger sort of family. A family of those you choose to be with. A family that can protect and nurture and offer so much more.
Yael, guardian of the desert