11-02-2018, 04:59 PM
Surprise and curiosity took hold of her when she was suddenly approached by another horse. She turned to get a closer look at the mare, eyes narrowing and head tilting at her appearance. The mare was in a bad way for reasons unknown to the sea woman. Her ribs were showing, body looked weak and fragile. But there was one terrifying detail that caught Camomila’s attention the most. The mare was with foal.
It was concerning to see an ill expecting mare, but her eyes...they were so strong as she fixed them onto Camomila. Her body was frail, but her spirit burned like a brilliant flame. She had something to fight for, something that made her stronger than whatever illness it was that she has. This made the minty mare smile. Not challengingly, but proudly. It did her heart good to see such spirit in one so young. But the sickly mare wasn’t the only one. Camomila had something to fight for as well. “I’m in Beqanna, am I not?” She replied smoothly to the sickly mare. She could’ve been asking about the isle specifically, but that question Camomila couldn’t quite answer.
Camomila looked over when a stallion appeared, cocking her head slightly as he questioned the mare. His tone said that he’s angry, but his words suggest that his anger isn’t directed towards the sickly mare. Either way, Camomila wasn’t too keen on him acting in such a way with her. Her eyes narrowed at him, her soft smile unfaltering as she listened. She didn’t understand what was going on exactly, but she heard enough to get the picture. Something was going on, something which caused alarm across the land that brings Kingdoms to move, or so she assumed.
He turns his questions at her. He makes his anger -assuming it’s anger- very clear to her, and her head tilts a little more, eyes of icy blue walking up and down him with quick examination, silently trying to understand the roots of his current emotional state. Until he started pacing.
Pacing was something someone did when they had reason to worry. The pieces suddenly all came together. His anger wasn’t anger, it just appeared that way because he was worried. Whatever was happening with the Kingdoms had to be the cause, surely. She briefly looked back at the mare then at the stallion, before she finally began to answer. “I plan to claim the island,” her tone was calm and soothing as she tried to give him reason to calm himself. She was no threat to them, and she was going to show that they had no reason to worry more than they already are, despite her intentions to take the land.
“I command nothing from anyone,” she added, but then another horse appeared. And from quick observance, it was yet another expecting mare. Her tone was softer than the stallion’s, but just as serious.
Her eyes softened.
Every time one of them speaks, she listens carefully, taking in every little detail from movement, careful wording and use of certain tones. Every little detail gave her more information, more pieces to a puzzle that helped her figure out what was going on. As she suspected, the Kingdoms were in some kind of trouble, including Nerine, which she assumed these very horses are residents of. The fact that the stallion asked whether she could heal the sick struck her as odd. He could’ve simply asked if she could help those who are injured, or are just in need of help. But healing sicknesses was specific, and there was a reason for that.
She glanced back at the ill mare, thinking over what she had just learned. A mare is ill, a stallion asked if she could heal sick ones, as well as mentioned that their Kingdom and other Kingdoms are alarmed and are moving to other areas, and now this mare mentions that those in their Kingdom need safety. All of these pieces could only fit to make one picture; there was something going around that’s making horses sick, and it’s causing the Kingdoms to move to areas that haven’t been infected by this illness yet. Or so she assumed. Observation can’t tell the whole story.
She looked over at the second stallion as he approached, remaining quiet as he scolds the other stallion. And as he turns his attention on her, she replies with an unwavering tone. “Unfortunately I cannot heal the sick, but I can offer the safety you need,” she began, giving the four a reassuring smile. “I understand how you may all be one edge, and my sudden appearance may cause even more alarm. But I am no threat, I assure you. Clearly you want this land just as well, and I am willing to find an answer that will make us all happy.”
He smirks, questioning whether she’s truly a Queen or not, but she only sighs lightly. “I never said that I am a Queen of anything, and I never said that I have any subordinates. I was Queen, once. But that was stolen from me along with my magic, immortality and home. I want all of that back, only this time, I want to work for it instead of having it all handed to me on a silver platter because of my royal blood.” Her tone hardened a little as she began showing just how serious she was, but her kindness still remained just as strong as before.
“I am willing to make an alliance with your Kingdom if that’s what it takes. I will offer my help whenever the needs arises, I offer my loyalty as well. All that I want is the island, and even that I am willing to share.” She pauses to let her words settle, watching the others closely.
It was concerning to see an ill expecting mare, but her eyes...they were so strong as she fixed them onto Camomila. Her body was frail, but her spirit burned like a brilliant flame. She had something to fight for, something that made her stronger than whatever illness it was that she has. This made the minty mare smile. Not challengingly, but proudly. It did her heart good to see such spirit in one so young. But the sickly mare wasn’t the only one. Camomila had something to fight for as well. “I’m in Beqanna, am I not?” She replied smoothly to the sickly mare. She could’ve been asking about the isle specifically, but that question Camomila couldn’t quite answer.
Camomila looked over when a stallion appeared, cocking her head slightly as he questioned the mare. His tone said that he’s angry, but his words suggest that his anger isn’t directed towards the sickly mare. Either way, Camomila wasn’t too keen on him acting in such a way with her. Her eyes narrowed at him, her soft smile unfaltering as she listened. She didn’t understand what was going on exactly, but she heard enough to get the picture. Something was going on, something which caused alarm across the land that brings Kingdoms to move, or so she assumed.
He turns his questions at her. He makes his anger -assuming it’s anger- very clear to her, and her head tilts a little more, eyes of icy blue walking up and down him with quick examination, silently trying to understand the roots of his current emotional state. Until he started pacing.
Pacing was something someone did when they had reason to worry. The pieces suddenly all came together. His anger wasn’t anger, it just appeared that way because he was worried. Whatever was happening with the Kingdoms had to be the cause, surely. She briefly looked back at the mare then at the stallion, before she finally began to answer. “I plan to claim the island,” her tone was calm and soothing as she tried to give him reason to calm himself. She was no threat to them, and she was going to show that they had no reason to worry more than they already are, despite her intentions to take the land.
“I command nothing from anyone,” she added, but then another horse appeared. And from quick observance, it was yet another expecting mare. Her tone was softer than the stallion’s, but just as serious.
Her eyes softened.
Every time one of them speaks, she listens carefully, taking in every little detail from movement, careful wording and use of certain tones. Every little detail gave her more information, more pieces to a puzzle that helped her figure out what was going on. As she suspected, the Kingdoms were in some kind of trouble, including Nerine, which she assumed these very horses are residents of. The fact that the stallion asked whether she could heal the sick struck her as odd. He could’ve simply asked if she could help those who are injured, or are just in need of help. But healing sicknesses was specific, and there was a reason for that.
She glanced back at the ill mare, thinking over what she had just learned. A mare is ill, a stallion asked if she could heal sick ones, as well as mentioned that their Kingdom and other Kingdoms are alarmed and are moving to other areas, and now this mare mentions that those in their Kingdom need safety. All of these pieces could only fit to make one picture; there was something going around that’s making horses sick, and it’s causing the Kingdoms to move to areas that haven’t been infected by this illness yet. Or so she assumed. Observation can’t tell the whole story.
She looked over at the second stallion as he approached, remaining quiet as he scolds the other stallion. And as he turns his attention on her, she replies with an unwavering tone. “Unfortunately I cannot heal the sick, but I can offer the safety you need,” she began, giving the four a reassuring smile. “I understand how you may all be one edge, and my sudden appearance may cause even more alarm. But I am no threat, I assure you. Clearly you want this land just as well, and I am willing to find an answer that will make us all happy.”
He smirks, questioning whether she’s truly a Queen or not, but she only sighs lightly. “I never said that I am a Queen of anything, and I never said that I have any subordinates. I was Queen, once. But that was stolen from me along with my magic, immortality and home. I want all of that back, only this time, I want to work for it instead of having it all handed to me on a silver platter because of my royal blood.” Her tone hardened a little as she began showing just how serious she was, but her kindness still remained just as strong as before.
“I am willing to make an alliance with your Kingdom if that’s what it takes. I will offer my help whenever the needs arises, I offer my loyalty as well. All that I want is the island, and even that I am willing to share.” She pauses to let her words settle, watching the others closely.
This isn’t really good Dx I was really distracted and had a hard time trying to word things right. And...I’m sorry if it seems she knows too much for someone new. I wanted her to be really observant so she’d be able to figure things out quicker and easier, but she may have done it too well there...I’m a nervous wreck >.>
