03-15-2019, 11:57 AM
Eurwen
the secret to walking on water is
knowing where the rocks lie
knowing where the rocks lie
Waiting, to her is a form of meditation - an endless world of meaningless and meaningful thoughts ready to be ordered in the chaos of her mind, separating truth and fact from feelings and perception (for as much as one can, at any rate) but today her thoughts are solely on the rocks. When the Khaleesi enters her world, Eurwen awakes and so the conversation started.
Trouble is she's never really spoken to Heartfire before. She sometimes wonders about the relationship the mare has with her father, because they seem to be two similar poles of a magnet, the same in such a way that perhaps they drive one another away. Or maybe that's just her way of interpreting the glances between them, in the rare moments that she's seen them meet. But what about her mother? She seemed to do well with the both of them. Perhaps the other pole then.
Left her wondering where she belongs in this picture.
Her greeting is too formal, then, but better safe than sorry. The dark-eyed girl takes in the words of her older cousin, no response given where one isn't needed. Acceptance seems enough, between the two of them.
She doesn't continue the conversation either. Eurwen can be a talker, but only when she feels the time is right. Now seems not such a time, hence she waits for the sabino roan to continue. The woman finally gestures to the half-shaped rock, and so it warrants an explanation. Pulling on it mentally, it hovers towards the coastal kingdom's queen. "I've tried shaping." And clearly it had no detail, yet it also somewhat resembled a horse. A tailless one though - the point between butt and tail was a little too breakable for the girl just yet. "Should I try something else?" she wonders - perhaps Heartfire has a different idea of putting the stone magic to use.
Trouble is she's never really spoken to Heartfire before. She sometimes wonders about the relationship the mare has with her father, because they seem to be two similar poles of a magnet, the same in such a way that perhaps they drive one another away. Or maybe that's just her way of interpreting the glances between them, in the rare moments that she's seen them meet. But what about her mother? She seemed to do well with the both of them. Perhaps the other pole then.
Left her wondering where she belongs in this picture.
Her greeting is too formal, then, but better safe than sorry. The dark-eyed girl takes in the words of her older cousin, no response given where one isn't needed. Acceptance seems enough, between the two of them.
She doesn't continue the conversation either. Eurwen can be a talker, but only when she feels the time is right. Now seems not such a time, hence she waits for the sabino roan to continue. The woman finally gestures to the half-shaped rock, and so it warrants an explanation. Pulling on it mentally, it hovers towards the coastal kingdom's queen. "I've tried shaping." And clearly it had no detail, yet it also somewhat resembled a horse. A tailless one though - the point between butt and tail was a little too breakable for the girl just yet. "Should I try something else?" she wonders - perhaps Heartfire has a different idea of putting the stone magic to use.