It seems like forever ago that Zilpah and Kreios found Kellyn in the Meadow. It was the Meadow, wasn’t it? She remembers Kellyn as being pretty, and quiet, and then not very sure she wanted to stay in the Desert.
She can always try again, right?
After all, the Desert was very different now. It was… more lively? More powerful. More… dangerous?
It might attract some new types.
It might now be what Kellyn is looking for - for though she does not know it, Cam is more like Elite than most of them could ever guess.
The sand is not like the snow; it is cold and wet and stings when she’s in it too long, and Zilpah does not like that feeling. So instead of walking, she is flying, even though the air numbs her nose and ears. Zilpah isn’t really looking for anything or anyone in particular, she’s just stretching her legs (and wings) for a bit, so imagine her surprise when she thinks she sees someone familiar. The bay mare wheels around and descends to get a closer look - and when she has confirmed it is Kellyn, Zilpah decides to go and see what’s up. I mean, they aren’t ‘friends,’ per se… but they were friendly, and it seems only polite.
While Zilpah is landing, another bay and white mare comes up to Kellyn. The ex-princess notes that she bears the Amazonian tattoo and smiles. It never occurs to her that they might be in competition for a new recruit. Instead, she bounds over, cream and rust colored hawk winks pressed against her sides to keep her warm and stave away the shivers. “Kellyn! Hi! Feels like it’s been forever since I last saw you. Whatcha been up to? We - ah.” she pauses, sheepishly. There she goes, accidentally taking over the conversation again. Whoops. Bright, friendly amber colored eyes turn to the Amazonian and she tries to rectify it. “I’m Zilpah. Did you say your name was Malka? It’s nice to meet you!”
Because really… it is.
(I know I said I was closeting her, but I couldn't help myself with this one first)
She can always try again, right?
After all, the Desert was very different now. It was… more lively? More powerful. More… dangerous?
It might attract some new types.
It might now be what Kellyn is looking for - for though she does not know it, Cam is more like Elite than most of them could ever guess.
The sand is not like the snow; it is cold and wet and stings when she’s in it too long, and Zilpah does not like that feeling. So instead of walking, she is flying, even though the air numbs her nose and ears. Zilpah isn’t really looking for anything or anyone in particular, she’s just stretching her legs (and wings) for a bit, so imagine her surprise when she thinks she sees someone familiar. The bay mare wheels around and descends to get a closer look - and when she has confirmed it is Kellyn, Zilpah decides to go and see what’s up. I mean, they aren’t ‘friends,’ per se… but they were friendly, and it seems only polite.
While Zilpah is landing, another bay and white mare comes up to Kellyn. The ex-princess notes that she bears the Amazonian tattoo and smiles. It never occurs to her that they might be in competition for a new recruit. Instead, she bounds over, cream and rust colored hawk winks pressed against her sides to keep her warm and stave away the shivers. “Kellyn! Hi! Feels like it’s been forever since I last saw you. Whatcha been up to? We - ah.” she pauses, sheepishly. There she goes, accidentally taking over the conversation again. Whoops. Bright, friendly amber colored eyes turn to the Amazonian and she tries to rectify it. “I’m Zilpah. Did you say your name was Malka? It’s nice to meet you!”
Because really… it is.
(I know I said I was closeting her, but I couldn't help myself with this one first)