02-11-2019, 03:27 PM
A familiar voice called for her attention, guiding her away from the edges of the Isle where she had been gazing at the never ending ocean. Part of her had been gazing longingly in that direction from whence she came, back towards her homeland. So many regrets weighed heavy on her heart. However, her desire to help Nerine and start over was far stronger than that longing. She had the chance to do things right, to help those in need. Besides, she was already beginning to call the Isle home. She turned away from the sea and trotted off, her long aquatic waves of mane and tail flowing with the wind like seaweed swaying with the underwater currents, graceful and light. Summer was fast approaching, showing more in other places with warmer temperatures, the melting of ice and snow. And though the Isle had its own fair share, more so on one side, it was still and Iceland.
Upon arriving she learned that Leilan had been the one calling for her, as she suspected. Jesper was there as well, and another stallion that seemed a tad familiar, but Camamila couldn’t quite recall where she’d seen him before. The Isle had more residents now; perhaps she had seen him off in the distance. She dipped her head after the two finished their introductions and began her own, “And I am Camomila. Admittedly I am not from Nerine, nor Beqanna on that matter. I came from a Kingdom across the seas initially, however it is Nerine that I have pledged my loyalty and devotion to.” Briefly she caught Jesper’s glance towards her, and during the short moment she offered him a soft smile before their attention was turned away.
Jesper began again, getting straight to business. Ardashir followed. Camomila listened to what each had to say with ears raised and eyes focused on business. A nod came from her as agreement to both parties, however she did not speak. Not yet. More than anything she wished to hear what Leilan, their Prince, had to say before making any suggestions and giving any advice of her own. Of course, it wasn’t that she didn’t know what to say. She had many ideas. But she was the type to stay quiet and gather as much information as possible, hear from all speakers before deciding what to say and do. And so, she looked over at Leilan, waiting for him to speak.
@[Leilan] @[Jesper] @[Ardashir]
Upon arriving she learned that Leilan had been the one calling for her, as she suspected. Jesper was there as well, and another stallion that seemed a tad familiar, but Camamila couldn’t quite recall where she’d seen him before. The Isle had more residents now; perhaps she had seen him off in the distance. She dipped her head after the two finished their introductions and began her own, “And I am Camomila. Admittedly I am not from Nerine, nor Beqanna on that matter. I came from a Kingdom across the seas initially, however it is Nerine that I have pledged my loyalty and devotion to.” Briefly she caught Jesper’s glance towards her, and during the short moment she offered him a soft smile before their attention was turned away.
Jesper began again, getting straight to business. Ardashir followed. Camomila listened to what each had to say with ears raised and eyes focused on business. A nod came from her as agreement to both parties, however she did not speak. Not yet. More than anything she wished to hear what Leilan, their Prince, had to say before making any suggestions and giving any advice of her own. Of course, it wasn’t that she didn’t know what to say. She had many ideas. But she was the type to stay quiet and gather as much information as possible, hear from all speakers before deciding what to say and do. And so, she looked over at Leilan, waiting for him to speak.
@[Leilan] @[Jesper] @[Ardashir]
