12-18-2018, 07:55 PM
"I came to get away from most of the people." Or as many of them as she could. The rise of the Plague had caused disruption across the mainland of Beqanna. As close to the likes of rattling an otherwise docile hive, the hornets were disturbed and swarming, even striking against those harmlessly living amongst the outskirts as she had been. The disruption and chaos had stung her, forcing her away from her usual refuges now over occupied with more horses in one day than she'd care to see in a single year. An island susceptible to the illness seemed like the most likely place to avoid the chaotic majority, the most likely place for her to find her own type of safe haven. As far as the contagion itself went, it hardly phased her; she'd rather suffer a cold in near solitude than be exposed to insufferable interactions with others on her best given day. "Most of them are annoying and I prefer to waste my energy on more productive things than eye rolling."
Thus far, he'd been the only one who she'd crossed paths with, so her theory had been proven true well enough to her liking. When he mentions Ischia, her wandering eyes refocus back on the ornamental stallion momentarily before flitting back towards the treeline from where she'd come. "Is that what this place is called," she mutters lowly, scrutinizing the brightness of the sun and sway of palm trees as if noticing them for the first time. She'd heard of Ischia before, or at least she thought she had. Far be it for her to have actually cared before today though--it had never pertained to her before so why bother to learn kingdom names?
His name hangs in the air as she climbs further inland to exit the tame waters. With her black coat slickened like oil from the sea's influence, her hawkish eyes bore into his before breaking their hold in favor of appreciating the edges of his own body. She is aged and wary, but she is still a woman and unfortunately, he was one of the ones she probably wouldn't mind looking at every now and then when she might be feeling dangerously social. At that thought, her expression shifts into an unapologetic look of disgust at herself followed by a plaintive snort. Maybe she was sicker than she would have liked to let herself believe.
"Synapse," she adds after a lapsing moment.
@[Ivar]
Thus far, he'd been the only one who she'd crossed paths with, so her theory had been proven true well enough to her liking. When he mentions Ischia, her wandering eyes refocus back on the ornamental stallion momentarily before flitting back towards the treeline from where she'd come. "Is that what this place is called," she mutters lowly, scrutinizing the brightness of the sun and sway of palm trees as if noticing them for the first time. She'd heard of Ischia before, or at least she thought she had. Far be it for her to have actually cared before today though--it had never pertained to her before so why bother to learn kingdom names?
His name hangs in the air as she climbs further inland to exit the tame waters. With her black coat slickened like oil from the sea's influence, her hawkish eyes bore into his before breaking their hold in favor of appreciating the edges of his own body. She is aged and wary, but she is still a woman and unfortunately, he was one of the ones she probably wouldn't mind looking at every now and then when she might be feeling dangerously social. At that thought, her expression shifts into an unapologetic look of disgust at herself followed by a plaintive snort. Maybe she was sicker than she would have liked to let herself believe.
"Synapse," she adds after a lapsing moment.
@[Ivar]