04-07-2018, 07:10 PM
Nymf
Nymf watched from the behind the gathering of Nerinians. Beside her, Kiwi stood alert, her greet tipped ears arched forward with interest. Beqanna was changing and her wings tensed in anticipation. Before, she would have contentedly kept to herself. From her place on the outside of main society internal battles and the changing of the kingdoms leaders. Rarely ever did their squabbles effect the lives of the nomadic. That was the appeal of such a carefree way of life. In many ways, she missed it, but a new interest was rising up inside of her as she listened to the Queen of Nerine speak. There was so much about to happen, so much about to change and it was thrilling to be a part of it.
As a new member, however, Nymf kept her thoughts to herself as conversation bounced around her. The difference in opinions kept the tone lively, but not confrontational. She imagined this Brennen and his ambitions, as well as the band of brothers she wished to create. Ischia had always remained outside of her ability to visit, even though the crossing would have been nothing with the help from her wings. She’d heard very little in regard to the current queen, Krone, but she’d never thought of her as a particularly bad leader. It was confusing to the cream-colored mare as to why the stallion would wish to overthrow her. Again, for fear of sounding ignorant or foolish, she kept her thoughts safely to herself.
Nervously she nuzzled her adopted child, taking a moment to admire how much she’d grown. She no longer resembled the abandoned filly she’d found asleep in a meadow. Her deep green coloring stood out in contrast to the environment around them and Nymf hoped that she would always embrace her uniqueness.
As the conversation slowly swung to a close. There was no telling how things would turn out, but Nymf’s loyalties would remain to Nerine.
As a new member, however, Nymf kept her thoughts to herself as conversation bounced around her. The difference in opinions kept the tone lively, but not confrontational. She imagined this Brennen and his ambitions, as well as the band of brothers she wished to create. Ischia had always remained outside of her ability to visit, even though the crossing would have been nothing with the help from her wings. She’d heard very little in regard to the current queen, Krone, but she’d never thought of her as a particularly bad leader. It was confusing to the cream-colored mare as to why the stallion would wish to overthrow her. Again, for fear of sounding ignorant or foolish, she kept her thoughts safely to herself.
Nervously she nuzzled her adopted child, taking a moment to admire how much she’d grown. She no longer resembled the abandoned filly she’d found asleep in a meadow. Her deep green coloring stood out in contrast to the environment around them and Nymf hoped that she would always embrace her uniqueness.
As the conversation slowly swung to a close. There was no telling how things would turn out, but Nymf’s loyalties would remain to Nerine.
teach these broken wings to fly