05-17-2018, 06:07 AM
the secret of our world is written in the stars
She may see herself as shy, but Svedka has hardly noticed. He is too preoccupied with studying her features, his cerulean gaze committing her to memory. He does believe, however, it would be very hard to forget Nymf’s face. His head is raised now, swallowing the mouthful of grass he had been pulling at, his gaze inquisitive. She speaks of Nerine - the land of cliffs and grey, angry seas - also known as the sisterhood. Though he cared not for the politics that surround Beqanna, the Heart of Hyaline did know the inner workings of Solace’s home, and found the idea that the copper and white woman being from Nerine comforted him. It meant that they were allies - friendly - and he could go back to Hyaline without Solace worrying if he had accidentally fallen into the greedy hands of Sylva (which he wouldn’t allow anyway).
“Nerine,” he murmurs thoughtfully as he repeats the name of her home, “you’re a sister, then? A leviathan?” Svedka’s eyes, though looking into Nymf’s, turn a bit unfocused as he imagines never-ending cliffs that are covered in mist from the clouds, and the yawning stretch of sea laid out before it. He had never been, and suddenly he is wondering why he hasn’t. “Is the land there as robust and wild as I’ve heard?” Are you?
Svedka is asking questions once again, and though he knows it may be overwhelming with his uncontrollable curiosity, he cannot help it. He had heard from his father (King Warrick) about the Amazons of old and now they were coming to life in his own time, though the sea replaces their once jungle. He has stepped a little closer (they knew each others names now and where they’re from, so it seems appropriate) as he questions, brows rising keenly. The best way to learn about others was to simply ask them.
“I have been to a ‘far away’ place before. What was yours like?”
“Nerine,” he murmurs thoughtfully as he repeats the name of her home, “you’re a sister, then? A leviathan?” Svedka’s eyes, though looking into Nymf’s, turn a bit unfocused as he imagines never-ending cliffs that are covered in mist from the clouds, and the yawning stretch of sea laid out before it. He had never been, and suddenly he is wondering why he hasn’t. “Is the land there as robust and wild as I’ve heard?” Are you?
Svedka is asking questions once again, and though he knows it may be overwhelming with his uncontrollable curiosity, he cannot help it. He had heard from his father (King Warrick) about the Amazons of old and now they were coming to life in his own time, though the sea replaces their once jungle. He has stepped a little closer (they knew each others names now and where they’re from, so it seems appropriate) as he questions, brows rising keenly. The best way to learn about others was to simply ask them.
“I have been to a ‘far away’ place before. What was yours like?”
(be my escape)
Svedka
@[Nymf] HE CAN'T STOP ASKING QUESTIONS I'M SORRY