11-20-2016, 04:42 PM
There is something in this world that speaks to the power of empathy. Emotional attachment is everything; love too much and you will find yourself giving up whatever it is you hold dear. Reagan's ability to remember her empathy was only because of the love she bore for her mate. Beyond that; her family. Like the bird, everyone else can go to hell, and yet...
She is now the leader of a small band of... Misfits? Children? Her children to be sure. But this was the world of new power. Beqanna had fallen into Chaos and left many children without a guide. Without a home. And the trees needed caretakers.
Those with empathy.
Reagan approached the newcomer with a hesitated step. The scent she bore told Reagan she was of new blood, and that was exactly what she needed. What she craved. She's in need of a friend. In need of company. In need of warriors and diplomats. She flicked her ears and laid her green eyes on the other mare. Better now than never.
"Hello, my name is Reagan."
She is now the leader of a small band of... Misfits? Children? Her children to be sure. But this was the world of new power. Beqanna had fallen into Chaos and left many children without a guide. Without a home. And the trees needed caretakers.
Those with empathy.
Reagan approached the newcomer with a hesitated step. The scent she bore told Reagan she was of new blood, and that was exactly what she needed. What she craved. She's in need of a friend. In need of company. In need of warriors and diplomats. She flicked her ears and laid her green eyes on the other mare. Better now than never.
"Hello, my name is Reagan."