12-19-2019, 11:57 AM
Eurwen
the secret of walking on water
is knowing where the rocks lie
is knowing where the rocks lie
For all that they had a rough start between them, Eurwen finds herself gradually warming up to the silver dappled mare. Perhaps Neverwhere is more similar to her father - it is with this insight that she finally starts to understand her parents’ loving but seemingly polarized relationship - and her sister, than she initially thought.
She’s spent a large part of her life on that Mountain, but she would still know how to - and how not to - interact with those of the other pole, having grown up with them. Neverwhere might easily get under one’s skin, but she’s doing that to keep the world out, to keep hurt out. Whatever history the mare had though, is gone. All she needs is the new start Nerine can offer her.
So when Neverwhere’s question (having ignored Eurwen’s later comments mostly, which was not surprising since they didn’t need one - like Heartfire who may have been Never’s only companion here, the bald-faced mare wouldn’t state the obvious) - when Neverwhere’s question pulls Eurwen to the present day, she smiles a little. ”Nerine, and some of Beqanna. I thought you might want to know the origin of the current state of events.” she tells her. Moving an ear to catch no sounds of anyone else approaching, but the wind and the rocks alone, internally she saddens again. Nerine in the days of her youth had been so much more thriving. Did it all fall down when mother and father left? Or is it Eurwen’s fault for disappearing? She might have been able to recruit more - keep Nerine the center of attention, the Amazon spirit alive.
And suddenly she wishes for her grammama. She’d know what to say and do. But times were sometimes trying and so far she’s come out stronger; Eurwen would need to use this time to grow, as well.
She’s spent a large part of her life on that Mountain, but she would still know how to - and how not to - interact with those of the other pole, having grown up with them. Neverwhere might easily get under one’s skin, but she’s doing that to keep the world out, to keep hurt out. Whatever history the mare had though, is gone. All she needs is the new start Nerine can offer her.
So when Neverwhere’s question (having ignored Eurwen’s later comments mostly, which was not surprising since they didn’t need one - like Heartfire who may have been Never’s only companion here, the bald-faced mare wouldn’t state the obvious) - when Neverwhere’s question pulls Eurwen to the present day, she smiles a little. ”Nerine, and some of Beqanna. I thought you might want to know the origin of the current state of events.” she tells her. Moving an ear to catch no sounds of anyone else approaching, but the wind and the rocks alone, internally she saddens again. Nerine in the days of her youth had been so much more thriving. Did it all fall down when mother and father left? Or is it Eurwen’s fault for disappearing? She might have been able to recruit more - keep Nerine the center of attention, the Amazon spirit alive.
And suddenly she wishes for her grammama. She’d know what to say and do. But times were sometimes trying and so far she’s come out stronger; Eurwen would need to use this time to grow, as well.
@[Neverwhere]