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open your eyes, your sea is changing ; lucrezia, any - Warrick - 04-05-2017 warrick RE: open your eyes, your sea is changing ; lucrezia, any - Lucrezia - 04-16-2017 There are some nights that she sleeps peacefully. Then there are nights were she is up during the hour of the wolf. The dark late nights used to be her favorite, and often she had forced herself to wake up during that time. There had been something magical about knowing the peacefulness of the silence in the forest of giants she had grew up in. The cry of the night wolves in the mountains also brought a sense of peace within her heart. Her aspiration for adventure—wandering and exploring the world—and learning only grew each night she dreamt of what was beyond the kingdom borders. She had found adventure and learned many things when she was a child But now, years later and wearing the crown of power, she finds herself on a rather different path. It is still full of adventure, but she does not hear or seek out the crying wolves and silence of the giants in the forest. This time she finds herself often on the very top of the volcano. She had no reason to climb the long, hauling rocky path up here. Instead, she finds herself eager to fly more than ever. She had never been meant to walk the earth, but always a creature that was meant to fly. Her world was the sky and not the earth ground so many others kept upon. Lucrezia had not been born with wings, but had once obtained them in the old world and recently had them returned them to her one morning. She doesn’t question or wonder why she was given such a gift back again—she accepts and feels thankful instead. Lucrezia is also up during the same time Warrick is. She and found herself on the top of the volcano, watching the terrain of Tephra in the peaceful night silence. The stars were brilliant and bright from the top; however, she does not stay there long on the volcano. With one big swoosh and leap off the rocky ground she is off into the sky. She soars slowly in circles across the land, nutmeg eyes casually looking here and there. Her direction is not determined on any path. She simply follows the direction of the wind. Eventually, her eyes catch sight of Warrick. Lucrezia is a curious individual, so she decides to make her way towards him. Then again, there is hardly anyone up during this time of night. Lucrezia begins to descend down towards the ground, making a large circle around the bay and navy horse. She flaps her wings as she comes closer to the ground to land. In a moment her hooves touch on the Tephra earth. “Hello,” she says softly at Warrick. A warm, gentle smile appears across her cream lips. RE: open your eyes, your sea is changing ; lucrezia, any - Warrick - 04-18-2017 w a r r i c k @[Lucrezia] RE: open your eyes, your sea is changing ; lucrezia, any - Lucrezia - 04-29-2017 There are nights where she is up, fumbling over the responsibility of leading Tephra and ensuring the safety of those she has taken accountability for. It weighed heavy on here at times, but this was mostly when her thoughts turned back to the memories she kept in the back of her mind. She analyzed such events of her life when living back in the world of Beqanna she once knew. However, the past is also a reminder her of what to not repeat again. “Warrick, right?” She asks after he acknowledges her presence in the late of the night. Lucrezia wanted to ensure she was getting everyone’s name correctly. It was part of her duties she decided to make sure she befriended all. “Is it really?” She asks when he mentions the time of day. Her smile grows more wide at him this time. “I like the night time. Don’t you?” The dark hour of the day was a completely different world. There was something so alive about the night when many creatures of the world slumbered away. The night bright her a sense of peace. It was a way for her to clear her head and keep it straight on her shoulders. Plus, who wouldn’t love seeing the brightly lit night when the stars could be seen? It was a sight she could never miss. Lucrezia tilts her head slightly at his proposed questions. She thought of the answer time and time again. It also had come up many times in different conversations with other residents. “Well,” she says thinking out loud as she breaks the short moment of silence, “I am happy.” She does not feel anything else right now. “I suppose I didn’t think I’d be content taking such a big responsibility. However, it does have its ups and downs.” She laughs softly, “Hopefully it will have more ups than downs.” She knows she cannot predict what kind of reign she will have. “And don’t be so silly,” Lucrezia says lightly but also firmly to him. “You are more than welcome to ask me anything. I don’t like to have any secrets.” Her smile than returns to her cream colored lips. “Thank you for asking. I appreciate knowing that even a stranger that you are to me is considered for me.” It made her feel appreciative knowing newcomers in Tephra had good intentions. “How are you? Are you liking Tephra so far?” She asks in turn now. @[Warrick] Ugh this post is kinda gross. RE: open your eyes, your sea is changing ; lucrezia, any - Warrick - 05-07-2017 w a r r i c k @[Lucrezia] Nooo, she is lovely. RE: open your eyes, your sea is changing ; lucrezia, any - Lucrezia - 05-14-2017 Lucrezia finds his response about the night intriguing. She ponders on it just for a couple moments, thinking exactly how truly everything does become more vivid at night. “I always find my thoughts clearer.” Perhaps it was the silence that made her to be able to hear her thoughts out loud more. She didn’t have to try and think during the hum of the day, but the quietness and tranquility of the darkness made it easier for her. “Even the darkness has a hint of goodness in it,” she adds with a soft smile at that thought she says aloud to Warrick. Then again, there is truly no simple answers for complex things. The night is a reflection of many things. It is simple and complex all at once. There is beauty, and there is ugliness in it as well. But she loves both the good and bad of this world. She finds everything fascinating either way. A large smile crosses her light velvet muzzle easily at his kind words. He then touches her, a gesture of gratitude, she does not pull away from. Lucrezia is always grateful for those who show such kindness and a heart that is good like the one she believes Warrick has. “A peaceful time I hope continues to last forever,” she says in response, but it is more of a plea than anything. She wants there to be everlasting peace. Warrick then opens up, spilling out his desires. He wants to be directed towards something. Something that gives him a purpose, a direction to follow. She watches him contently, listening as he speaks until he is finished and all she can hear is the crickets that fill in the silence where his words do not anymore. “There will be a time when I will call upon you and the others,” she says as she breaks the noise of the crickets, “There will be a time our peace is shattered and I will need able bodies whose minds are sharp and in prime shape.” It was all she could ask for, for them to be ready. “Apply yourself to what you feel you can excel in, diplomat, warrior, or both. Anything, truly.” She doesn’t want this place to be filled with those who will not protect what Tephra has been built upon. “All I can ask is that you prepare, and come when there is need.” RE: open your eyes, your sea is changing ; lucrezia, any - Warrick - 05-17-2017
Besides the gentle exchange of their two voices, the night air hangs with silence. The full moon illuminates the world below it, casting a silver glow in every shadowy crevice around them. His eyes are alight with what seems like fire from the orange light from the river of slow-moving lava near them, creeping along at a steady pace. “I always find mine much louder,” he replies with a twist of a grimace coming to his features, referring to when she speaks of her mind becoming clear when the sun made its way below the horizon. He didn’t like when his thoughts were louder and clearer – it made it harder to ignore them. The bay stallion snorts softly. Even the darkness has a hint of goodness in it. His long black tail swishes absently behind him, brushing at his auburn haunches and navy colored legs. He raises his brows thoughtfully. “I guess you just have to find the right amount of light.” A smile plays at the edge of his cobalt lips now, his eyes sparkling with jest. She speaks again, this time explaining to him her desires for Tephra. He nods in agreement, listening carefully and intently. “I have never been one for physicality. If a solution cannot be found with words, you have not tried hard enough.” His voice is deep and rumbling against the softness of the night, a hint of laughter at the end of his statement. Once wise words that he had previously heard from his mother, Orani, now filtering down through his lips. “Though, unfortunately there are many that are not as level-headed and logical as we are. Peace sometimes cannot be protected by words alone.” His gaze leaves Lucrezia’s momentarily to filter through the night sky. The full moon hangs heavily in the blue-black of the atmosphere, shining pinpricks of stars sparkling throughout as they gleam brilliantly. “I will serve wherever is needed. I live by my words, but will protect Tephra and its inhabitants at all costs – and in all ways possible.” He lowers his gaze back to the beautifully feathered mare next to him, giving her a fervent nod. Warrick never betrays his word. A moment passes and the stallion feels a bit more at ease as the two stand beneath the stars. “Lucrezia, my family and I always shared stories together,” he says gently, his voice tightening ever so slightly at the thought of his past, but he continues: “Do you mind telling me yours?” like the sun, swallowed up by the earth warrick |