Eurwen
the secret of walking on water
is knowing where the rocks lie
is knowing where the rocks lie
Since Aodhán’s last visit, she has been more wary than ever - but she’d taken a small break from guarding the border to eat (it never works to be alert if you’re too weak to react to it), and besides, the silver dappled queen was nearby.
She smiles towards her lunch as she feels Nev’s hoofs thunder upon the rocky underground of Nerine, and perks her ears only after swallowing her bite. She walks over calmly in comparison to the bald-faced mare, but breaks into a short canter when she spies a familiar figure to catch up with them. She chuckles at the fragmented conversation she hears - Nev would never let an opportunity like this go to waste to insult someone. It hadn’t been just the likeness with her sister that had her compare the Khaleesi to her family; and when both bristled against one another, it was plain clear for anyone watching, why this was the case.
”You never told me about a dragon, Grammama.” she interjects just after the only mare unknown to her -Aletta?- tells her to wait; her deep brown orbs scan the burnt mare’s figure, a slightly disapproving edge creased into her face about the rudeness with which she’s leaving - that doesn’t befit the advisor she knows, though honestly, she knew by now that her father got that from his mother’s side of the family - just like Heartfire and Brazen. The latter would be thoroughly disappointed at missing her visit, too, no doubt.
As her rose-golden mane and tail whipped up by the wind, the dark-eyed mare’s gaze softens by large when she turns to Neverwhere and Aletta. ”I’m Eurwen, one of those diplomats you were seeking,” she tells the latter, ”and that is Neverwhere, the Khaleesi.” she nods to Nerine’s leader with a gleam of humour in her eye, encouraging her with a hardly visible smile - one that practically doesn’t touch her lips, but only her eyes, before she casts an inquisitive look at her hairless grandmother. When had she become scared of a confrontation?
She smiles towards her lunch as she feels Nev’s hoofs thunder upon the rocky underground of Nerine, and perks her ears only after swallowing her bite. She walks over calmly in comparison to the bald-faced mare, but breaks into a short canter when she spies a familiar figure to catch up with them. She chuckles at the fragmented conversation she hears - Nev would never let an opportunity like this go to waste to insult someone. It hadn’t been just the likeness with her sister that had her compare the Khaleesi to her family; and when both bristled against one another, it was plain clear for anyone watching, why this was the case.
”You never told me about a dragon, Grammama.” she interjects just after the only mare unknown to her -Aletta?- tells her to wait; her deep brown orbs scan the burnt mare’s figure, a slightly disapproving edge creased into her face about the rudeness with which she’s leaving - that doesn’t befit the advisor she knows, though honestly, she knew by now that her father got that from his mother’s side of the family - just like Heartfire and Brazen. The latter would be thoroughly disappointed at missing her visit, too, no doubt.
As her rose-golden mane and tail whipped up by the wind, the dark-eyed mare’s gaze softens by large when she turns to Neverwhere and Aletta. ”I’m Eurwen, one of those diplomats you were seeking,” she tells the latter, ”and that is Neverwhere, the Khaleesi.” she nods to Nerine’s leader with a gleam of humour in her eye, encouraging her with a hardly visible smile - one that practically doesn’t touch her lips, but only her eyes, before she casts an inquisitive look at her hairless grandmother. When had she become scared of a confrontation?
@[Neverwhere] 8ball said go do it so here is a Wenny (everyone be thankful the bot didn’t spit out leilan)