11-16-2019, 08:13 AM
Ilma
One night I will be the moon
hanging over you
One night I will be a star
follow where you are
hanging over you
One night I will be a star
follow where you are
Her timing might have been better - but it might also have been worse. Something is happening in Beqanna, but the dead who have crossed have yet to cause any major changes. Kingdoms are as they were - the difference is that more horses exist knowing of the past, and in itself that is not necessarily a bad thing…. Yet many died a violent death.
The Brilliant Pampas have not changed since the beginning of the Plague, and Noah has led it peacefully. Back then, Ilma had been part of Hyaline and Silver Cove, and others had visited this dreamy, flowery grassland.
Nowadays she is of no land in particular, and this leaves her free to do as she pleases - seek out whom she wants and tell them what she thinks will help them. Her ulterior goal, simply to have friends throughout all of Beqanna; ties to everyone.
Not many would dare to do it; most horses are content with their own kingdom and perhaps a few good neighbours.
When Noah arrives, the white mare sees no threat, nothing but the peacefulness that Ilma had brought with her. She tones it down a notch, realizing that perhaps the other is more affected by it than she had thought; and also seeing that her own initial nervousness was misplaced. Noah is not Castile, after all. Surely the mare has her own opinions.
”I am visiting all the lands. I haven’t found myself able to until recently.” She glances at the flowers. ”It’s as beautiful here as they say it is. Though I think that has something to do with you,” the white mare smiles.
”My name is Ilma. I’ve come to the conclusion that we haven’t gotten to know each other back when we should have, and I’d like to remedy that.”
The Brilliant Pampas have not changed since the beginning of the Plague, and Noah has led it peacefully. Back then, Ilma had been part of Hyaline and Silver Cove, and others had visited this dreamy, flowery grassland.
Nowadays she is of no land in particular, and this leaves her free to do as she pleases - seek out whom she wants and tell them what she thinks will help them. Her ulterior goal, simply to have friends throughout all of Beqanna; ties to everyone.
Not many would dare to do it; most horses are content with their own kingdom and perhaps a few good neighbours.
When Noah arrives, the white mare sees no threat, nothing but the peacefulness that Ilma had brought with her. She tones it down a notch, realizing that perhaps the other is more affected by it than she had thought; and also seeing that her own initial nervousness was misplaced. Noah is not Castile, after all. Surely the mare has her own opinions.
”I am visiting all the lands. I haven’t found myself able to until recently.” She glances at the flowers. ”It’s as beautiful here as they say it is. Though I think that has something to do with you,” the white mare smiles.
”My name is Ilma. I’ve come to the conclusion that we haven’t gotten to know each other back when we should have, and I’d like to remedy that.”
Hurry, the sun is waking
Darling, don't leave me waiting
Darling, don't leave me waiting
@[Noah]
Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time