She finds herself wandering lately.
Returning to Tephra had been something that never crossed her mind when she had left to the outskirts beyond Beqanna. It was with her failure of ruling and stepping down that lead her to abandon all that she had known, all of those she had cared for. She had left with no ties, no children that no longer needed her (except perhaps Brethil, but she was a wildling and grew up too quickly to find her independence).
But then one day she had returned. One day her heart had lead her back into Beqanna. Her heart guided her once more to a place that gave her sanctuary and love.
Lucrezia follows the familiar crisscrossing of lava. The streams only lead to one place—the volcano. She has often found herself there in times of need. It was a place that brought her wonder and understanding. She had found her answers to many things in her life on the very top of the volcano. It was a journey she assumes many have taken to find a bit of peace in their life, perhaps even now too considering the rise of what is to come on the horizon.
The multi-colored winged mare smiles softly, pushing her wondering thoughts aside. She stops at part of the crisscrossing stream. Admiring the way this part of the lava stream flows. It was the simple things she had always enjoyed watching. The way the world twisted and turn but still worked together, still moved forward despite the troubles.
She loses her interest on the matter at the sound of soft approaching hooves in the distance. Her ears perk forward, carefully listening. Eventually the source of the approaching hooves is seen—a fleabitten gray mare. Lucrezia makes her way towards the mare as she notices the other mare is following the thin stream that leads to the volcano.
“Hello,” she greets, there is a bold tone in her words as she addresses the stranger.
Returning to Tephra had been something that never crossed her mind when she had left to the outskirts beyond Beqanna. It was with her failure of ruling and stepping down that lead her to abandon all that she had known, all of those she had cared for. She had left with no ties, no children that no longer needed her (except perhaps Brethil, but she was a wildling and grew up too quickly to find her independence).
But then one day she had returned. One day her heart had lead her back into Beqanna. Her heart guided her once more to a place that gave her sanctuary and love.
Lucrezia follows the familiar crisscrossing of lava. The streams only lead to one place—the volcano. She has often found herself there in times of need. It was a place that brought her wonder and understanding. She had found her answers to many things in her life on the very top of the volcano. It was a journey she assumes many have taken to find a bit of peace in their life, perhaps even now too considering the rise of what is to come on the horizon.
The multi-colored winged mare smiles softly, pushing her wondering thoughts aside. She stops at part of the crisscrossing stream. Admiring the way this part of the lava stream flows. It was the simple things she had always enjoyed watching. The way the world twisted and turn but still worked together, still moved forward despite the troubles.
She loses her interest on the matter at the sound of soft approaching hooves in the distance. Her ears perk forward, carefully listening. Eventually the source of the approaching hooves is seen—a fleabitten gray mare. Lucrezia makes her way towards the mare as she notices the other mare is following the thin stream that leads to the volcano.
“Hello,” she greets, there is a bold tone in her words as she addresses the stranger.
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