03-18-2018, 08:55 PM
Obviously, the mare is not completely in tune with the land of Beqanna yet, only having been here for the change of one season, At least she has enough knowledge to know that Nerine is a peninsula and the only way for her to leave is to head south. And so today she follows the same path she did when she first sought out Scorch, albeit in reverse. This time the sea is to her left, although it is not in her immediate view she can still hear the roar of waves and smell the salted gusts of air just beyond the crest of dunes and beach grasses.
Her travels bring her to the expected mouth of a river where her movement pauses. Internally she debates whether to cross now where she had before or carry on a bit further south. Curiosity rears its head again and she decides to venture further south, now following the river with the sea at her back. The sounds of the ocean slowly fade to ambient noise as her progression furthers.
For quite some time, there is nothing of much significance to keep her attention focused and so she finds her mind lapsing into daytime reverie. Just as her thoughts begin to reflect over the previous conversation with Scorch, her attention is brought back to the present. A shift of the winds brings an unfamiliar scent with it. With a newfound infatuation with the inhabitants of the land, she decides to follow the trail closer towards the stranger.
It is not long before she finds her target, a pretty white mare with wings. The woman didn’t seem to notice Breckin immediately. The spotted mare shifts her weight slightly with uncertainty, unsure of how to handle the interaction from here. After all, she had been the one to be approached lately, not the one to do the approaching. Within a minute, she decides to settle on the simplest tactic and offers the stranger a simple greeting, ”Hello.”
Her travels bring her to the expected mouth of a river where her movement pauses. Internally she debates whether to cross now where she had before or carry on a bit further south. Curiosity rears its head again and she decides to venture further south, now following the river with the sea at her back. The sounds of the ocean slowly fade to ambient noise as her progression furthers.
For quite some time, there is nothing of much significance to keep her attention focused and so she finds her mind lapsing into daytime reverie. Just as her thoughts begin to reflect over the previous conversation with Scorch, her attention is brought back to the present. A shift of the winds brings an unfamiliar scent with it. With a newfound infatuation with the inhabitants of the land, she decides to follow the trail closer towards the stranger.
It is not long before she finds her target, a pretty white mare with wings. The woman didn’t seem to notice Breckin immediately. The spotted mare shifts her weight slightly with uncertainty, unsure of how to handle the interaction from here. After all, she had been the one to be approached lately, not the one to do the approaching. Within a minute, she decides to settle on the simplest tactic and offers the stranger a simple greeting, ”Hello.”