03-05-2019, 07:30 AM
Eurwen
the secret of walking on water
is knowing where the rocks lie
is knowing where the rocks lie
Her concentration is in the rocks; the one before her but as she sometimes struggles to control her new power, also in those surrounding her. By accident, as it were, she feels the pressure of a full-grown horse on the ground; but she ignores it, as the scent is familiar like her surroundings. Someone so often found in Nerine, that she doesn’t make much of a distinction. They’re not addressing her, so they might as well be passing through. Her focus lies more with the small, now-horse-shaped piece of rock before her. It lacks any kind of detail; not even a tail to it. With half a mind she wonders if she should leave it at that, and give it to Scorch.
It is only when the presence lingers that she finally looks up, spying her cousin (she might as well be an aunt, the way their ages differ, and as such perhaps she more readily accepts Heartfire as a teacher - although she already knows they are different and would make different choices sometimes). A small smile spreads across her features before she dips her head in greeting. ”Khaleesi,” she says (the word had been mastered sometime before: when her mother had decided she would not wear the title any longer, it had become more of a necessity to know what it entailed). ”I’m sorry to keep you waiting.” In more than one way - she hadn’t actively sought Heartfire out yet, as if perhaps she had been dreading her training. First, she had needed time to come to accept her position - one of no guarantees, in which she might fail her parents and her kingdom yet.
That’s the thing about duty - she can’t fail. Ever.
It is only when the presence lingers that she finally looks up, spying her cousin (she might as well be an aunt, the way their ages differ, and as such perhaps she more readily accepts Heartfire as a teacher - although she already knows they are different and would make different choices sometimes). A small smile spreads across her features before she dips her head in greeting. ”Khaleesi,” she says (the word had been mastered sometime before: when her mother had decided she would not wear the title any longer, it had become more of a necessity to know what it entailed). ”I’m sorry to keep you waiting.” In more than one way - she hadn’t actively sought Heartfire out yet, as if perhaps she had been dreading her training. First, she had needed time to come to accept her position - one of no guarantees, in which she might fail her parents and her kingdom yet.
That’s the thing about duty - she can’t fail. Ever.
@[Heartfire] Sorry for the long wait! Had some things adding up lately (: but the nee house is somewhat ready now ^^