b e u l a h .
Though she’s now had years of practice she’s still not the most graceful when it comes to flying. Or landing, really. So she flies a wide circle around the length of the kingdom before settling on a place to land. She can see the scars from the fires easily from the skies. The sight makes something in her chest twist. Lala loathes conflict - a pacifist through and through. So the visceral reminder of what has transpired here weighs heavily on her even though the conflict was not one she could lay claim to, though she was certain that there were those in her family affected even though she couldn’t know for sure.
To be honest, she has no idea what she’s doing here.
Sylva had always had a special place in her heart due to its significance to her family. But its not to Sylva that she returns. She’d spent very little time in Loess. She’d passed through on the way too and from countless adventures but she’d never really given Loess much thought. But perhaps now, as adulthood weighed heavily on her shoulders, something beyond her understanding compelled her to come here.
Having pre-selected her landing spot the blush pink mare makes her way to the ground as gracefully. Or attempts to, in the very least. She hopes no one sees as she immediately stumbles as her feet find the ground, using her wings in a valiant and futile attempt to steady herself. But in the span of a few unsteady, scrambling steps she’s reoriented herself to the ground. She lets out a soft sigh and tucks her wings carefully to her sides.
“Another happy landing,” she mutters, with a small laugh, before turning her attention to her surroundings.
daydream believer. |
