04-22-2023, 01:07 PM
Matilda
Sometimes Matilda still dreams of the jungle she remembers from her youth, of the lush green foliage and rivers of lava. In her dream it has spread across Beqanna, eating up every inch of the meadow and mountains - until there is no end of it in sight. You could walk the entire breath of the continent without feeling the warmth of sunlight on your face, or seeing the stars - unless you really tried.
She’s always a little disappointed when she wakes and finds that, however the world has changed recently, her dreams have not come true. Still, she cannot let what has been lost drag her down or keep her stationary - and there is so much to explore.
There had been an embarrassingly long time where she sulked about not being able to visit Baltia or Stratos - until someone else pointed out that she could shapeshift. So she had spent the day twisting through underwater canyons and testing how fast she could swim when she accidentally shifted into the favourite food of a particular fish.
When she emerges back onto land, Matilda is pretty sure she’s missing a small chunk out of her tail somewhere from that particular close call.
She becomes a wolf long enough just to give a good shake to rid herself of the excess water but is still damp as she moves forward as a mare again, turquoise eyes taking in moonlit shapes of the ruins.
Although it’s likely she would have approached anyone that she rounded the corner and spotted - the stallion standing upon a stone instantly captures her attention. It’s the small orbs around him that draw her in - she’s never seen anything like them, like him. But it’s the frown she can see when she draws closer that actually prompts her to speak. “Did the moon do something to offend you?” She glances between him and the silvery celestial body, the piece of her father’s imagination that she inherited making it no trouble at all to instantly dream up all sorts of ridiculous scenarios.
She’s always a little disappointed when she wakes and finds that, however the world has changed recently, her dreams have not come true. Still, she cannot let what has been lost drag her down or keep her stationary - and there is so much to explore.
There had been an embarrassingly long time where she sulked about not being able to visit Baltia or Stratos - until someone else pointed out that she could shapeshift. So she had spent the day twisting through underwater canyons and testing how fast she could swim when she accidentally shifted into the favourite food of a particular fish.
When she emerges back onto land, Matilda is pretty sure she’s missing a small chunk out of her tail somewhere from that particular close call.
She becomes a wolf long enough just to give a good shake to rid herself of the excess water but is still damp as she moves forward as a mare again, turquoise eyes taking in moonlit shapes of the ruins.
Although it’s likely she would have approached anyone that she rounded the corner and spotted - the stallion standing upon a stone instantly captures her attention. It’s the small orbs around him that draw her in - she’s never seen anything like them, like him. But it’s the frown she can see when she draws closer that actually prompts her to speak. “Did the moon do something to offend you?” She glances between him and the silvery celestial body, the piece of her father’s imagination that she inherited making it no trouble at all to instantly dream up all sorts of ridiculous scenarios.
@daedalus