03-28-2018, 02:51 PM
What’s the definitive factor that coerces someone to move on with their life? Perhaps it is rooted in intense feelings of love or hate or maybe nothing more than sheer boredom. It could be several things really, not just answered by a simple thought. How nice and easy that would be. Breckin does not appear to be motivated by something so simple though, as she rests along the shoreline. Several times she had stood along the water’s edge now, contemplating at what point to move along and finally explore the other areas of Beqanna. After all, she had hopes of settling into one of the kingdoms, but not without first thoroughly examining all of her options.
The sounds of his approach are dulled by the pillowy sands—it doesn’t help that she was consumed by her thoughts. Caught off guard by an unexpected response to her question, Breckin hesitantly spins to face the visitor. She is startled, but quickly regains composure when she realizes the stallion did not seem to have any intent to hurt her.
“Hello.” she offers briskly in greeting. Suddenly feeling rather self-conscious, she clears her throat, “I didn’t realize someone else was here.”
She can feel his gaze lingering on her then, and she realizes she had yet to reply to his question. Any slight embarrassment she had previously felt begins to fade away, leaving a neutral expression on her face. Now she would have to outwardly verbalize her problem, but maybe it would make her decision easier.
“I was wondering if today would be the day that I left Ischia. I stopped by to visit Brennen so he could show me his home. I am hoping that I may choose to call kingdom of Beqanna home someday. Though that decision is yet to be made.”
A gust of briney air knocks into her then, sending her pale forelock to lay over one eye. With a shake of her mane, she clears the intrusion and her gaze reconnects with his.
“My name is Breckin. Who are you?”
@[Durotan]
The sounds of his approach are dulled by the pillowy sands—it doesn’t help that she was consumed by her thoughts. Caught off guard by an unexpected response to her question, Breckin hesitantly spins to face the visitor. She is startled, but quickly regains composure when she realizes the stallion did not seem to have any intent to hurt her.
“Hello.” she offers briskly in greeting. Suddenly feeling rather self-conscious, she clears her throat, “I didn’t realize someone else was here.”
She can feel his gaze lingering on her then, and she realizes she had yet to reply to his question. Any slight embarrassment she had previously felt begins to fade away, leaving a neutral expression on her face. Now she would have to outwardly verbalize her problem, but maybe it would make her decision easier.
“I was wondering if today would be the day that I left Ischia. I stopped by to visit Brennen so he could show me his home. I am hoping that I may choose to call kingdom of Beqanna home someday. Though that decision is yet to be made.”
A gust of briney air knocks into her then, sending her pale forelock to lay over one eye. With a shake of her mane, she clears the intrusion and her gaze reconnects with his.
“My name is Breckin. Who are you?”
@[Durotan]