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what am I fighting for; herds - Morigan - 01-26-2016 Reposting since the last thread didn't go anywhere. ![]() Morigan WHAT AM I FIGHTING FOR? THERE MUST BE SOMETHING MORE. FOR ALL THESE WORDS I SING, DO YOU FEEL ANYTHING? God, she’s not sure how she feels about being back here. Morigan winces as she steps over the border of the field, brown eyes darting about. The field is much the same as it was the last time she was here, but the faces, the faces are all different. It’s probably a good thing though. There’s no one left for her here - all that were close to her are long gone. And she has no desire to reminisce with old acquaintances. She’s really, really not sure why she’s come back. Perhaps part of her is hoping that Ruan is here after all, even though she knows that he too has left Beqanna. It’s been so, so long since she last saw her baby brother, and she misses him every day. But he wouldn’t come back here. There’s no reason to come back here. Their mother is long dead. There’s nothing to tie him here, nothing to bring him back. She continues her way through the field, for the moment avoiding eye contact with the other horses that have congregated. The field is supposed to be where horses seek out new companions and homes, but she doesn’t feel like talking to anyone, not quite yet anyway. She settles in to a far corner of the field, still looking at the ground. She can’t help but dwell on Ruan. Where is her little brother now? Is he safe? Is he … happy? She certainly hopes so. But there’s no way for her to know. SAID I'M OKAY, BUT I KNOW HOW TO LIE. YOU WERE ALL THAT I HAD, YOU WERE DELICATE AND HARD TO FIND. RE: what am I fighting for; herds - Tiernan - 02-01-2016 TIERNAN Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go. ![]() RE: what am I fighting for; herds - Morigan - 02-03-2016 Morigan WHAT AM I FIGHTING FOR? THERE MUST BE SOMETHING MORE. FOR ALL THESE WORDS I SING, DO YOU FEEL ANYTHING? It doesn’t take long for someone to approach her, though she really shouldn’t be surprised. In the world of Beqanna, Morigan sticks out, just a little bit. Though uncommon colours are becoming more common by the day, purple spots are still an oddity. It makes sense that she would be approached - she’s a curiosity. The fellow is far more ordinary than the last stallion that had approached her in the field. That stallion had been a little more unsettling in appearance (though she well understands odd appearances). This stallion though is a handsome grullo, with a seemingly friendly personality. And apparently caring too. Her eyes seek out his, then drop back to the ground as he asks if she’s alright. It’s a harder question to answer than it should be. Is she alright? Physically, yes. But mentally? Her mother is dead, her brother is missing, and deep inside she feels a great, all encompassing sense of … loss. It’s hard to describe. But she’s not exactly about to share that with some stallion she’s only just met. He seems nice enough, but she doesn't trust that quickly. “I’m alright, thanks for asking. Just a bit tired I suppose.” He might see through the excuse, but if he is the polite creature he seems to be, he won’t pry further. “I’m Morigan.” She finally lifts her head to meet his gaze again, wondering where he’s from. Hopefully not a kingdom. She plans on steering clear of those for a long time. SAID I'M OKAY, BUT I KNOW HOW TO LIE. YOU WERE ALL THAT I HAD, YOU WERE DELICATE AND HARD TO FIND. RE: what am I fighting for; herds - Tiernan - 02-09-2016 TIERNAN Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go. ![]() RE: what am I fighting for; herds - Morigan - 02-19-2016 Morigan WHAT AM I FIGHTING FOR? THERE MUST BE SOMETHING MORE. FOR ALL THESE WORDS I SING, DO YOU FEEL ANYTHING? He’s every bit the gentleman he had appeared to be at first glance. She can tell that he’s noticed her reluctance to open up, and is grateful for his willingness to go along with her excuse. She’s always had a hard time opening up to others, even those few members of her immediate family - it would be even more challenging to talk about her life with this stranger. For now, anyway. She nods gently at his comment about the heat, letting that be the reason, and a soft, hesitant smile crosses her face. “Nice to meet you Tiernan.” It is nice, in a way. Despite her reluctance to open up to him, she’s glad for the company. She’s been on her own in the lands outside Beqanna for so long … a friendly face is very welcome. And then comes his offer. It is both unsurprising and surprising. Unsurprising in that they are both in the field, the territory where the homeless come to seek out new homes. Surprising in that he does not yet quite have a home to offer. But he is right about one thing - she doesn’t want to spend her days roaming about the field, the meadow or the forest. A quiet place to call home would be most welcome. So long as it is far from the Valley and the memories it holds. “I … I would like that.” Her small smile widens, just a little. “That’s alright. We are in the field after all.” She wonders if he has any places in mind. Once again, she hopes it’s far from the Valley. SAID I'M OKAY, BUT I KNOW HOW TO LIE. YOU WERE ALL THAT I HAD, YOU WERE DELICATE AND HARD TO FIND. |