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
Winter was not the season for travel; especially not when one is pregnant. But she does it anyway. Not because she is in dire need or because she thinks lightly of the circumstances - but because she knows that most other diplomats will wait for spring. And not only that; she heals and restores faster nowadays, a gift of fairy magic that she is ever grateful for.
Her round starts not with one of her destinations, though - it starts with visiting old acquaintances (she would consider them friends if it hadn’t been years since she’d last seen them - years and a war). It does, because it is in her direct route, because she needs a warm place to rest, because she wants to see her friends, and because… because one has to take a break when contractions start to ripple through their body.
He’s early, she thinks, but nevertheless she knows that Tephra has a certain grove, one Magnus showed her, that she will ask to use, now. Her other children had been born in the mountains of Hyaline; the pristine white of winter always lingering in spring. But she had changed and started a wholly new path - it was only fitting to now pick the warmer mountain, she mused.
She has a few hours still. So she waits at the border like a proper diplomat, and calls for them.
Her round starts not with one of her destinations, though - it starts with visiting old acquaintances (she would consider them friends if it hadn’t been years since she’d last seen them - years and a war). It does, because it is in her direct route, because she needs a warm place to rest, because she wants to see her friends, and because… because one has to take a break when contractions start to ripple through their body.
He’s early, she thinks, but nevertheless she knows that Tephra has a certain grove, one Magnus showed her, that she will ask to use, now. Her other children had been born in the mountains of Hyaline; the pristine white of winter always lingering in spring. But she had changed and started a wholly new path - it was only fitting to now pick the warmer mountain, she mused.
She has a few hours still. So she waits at the border like a proper diplomat, and calls for them.
Hurry, the sun is waking
Darling, don't leave me waiting
Darling, don't leave me waiting
Vulgaris/Leliana and/or another Tephran/diplomat who would like to thread
@[Isilya] I can move this slightly forward in time and maybe they can chat? ^^
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