01-09-2020, 05:02 PM
Eurwen
the secret of walking on water
is knowing where the rocks lie
is knowing where the rocks lie
The spotted mare feels tired and undeserving, undeserving of having her self-appointed task be easy. But Nerine needs bodies, and most of all minds, to fill the land, and she will not, cannot, shall not, stand aside or turn anyone down.
Not even a lean black mare, seemingly intruding from nowhere.
The mists on the shore evaporate less quickly in the cold winter season, the ocean spray covering many a figure who ventures down there. Nevertheless, Eurwen usually finds nobody out here, the northern part of the kingdom which is deemed to cold for most to go visit - except perhaps for those coming from the Isle, who may find it a relief. Besides, Nerine does not have the reputation of letting wanderers in easily and unquestioned; when her mother ruled the borders were busy, and even when Heartfire seemingly guarded the kingdom alone, visitors were always spotted immediately.
This new black mare seems to have passed by unnoticed, for a while at least. Long enough to pass by both Eurwen and Neverwhere, who had excellent vision now as well.
Never mind. Nerine needs whatever ties she can make, whatever recruits she can find. If she doesn’t need to trek to the Field in the winter season, or, not today, then so be it.
The white and rosy figure moves through the snowy background, slowly approaching the black who pays no attention to her - she looks at something on the ground and for a stranger, curses with a strangely familiar voice.
Maybe she’s a Tephran, Eurwen thinks. Maybe she’s related to someone she knows. It ags her mind, but staring at the abysmal-coloured mare won’t help.
”Hello.” She approaches cautiously, confused by the unfamiliar looks matching familiar-but-forgotten scents, sounds, and eyes of the mare. Something is new and something is not, but she cannot pinpoint why she feels that this is the case with the mare.
After all, they never met before.
Did they?
Not even a lean black mare, seemingly intruding from nowhere.
The mists on the shore evaporate less quickly in the cold winter season, the ocean spray covering many a figure who ventures down there. Nevertheless, Eurwen usually finds nobody out here, the northern part of the kingdom which is deemed to cold for most to go visit - except perhaps for those coming from the Isle, who may find it a relief. Besides, Nerine does not have the reputation of letting wanderers in easily and unquestioned; when her mother ruled the borders were busy, and even when Heartfire seemingly guarded the kingdom alone, visitors were always spotted immediately.
This new black mare seems to have passed by unnoticed, for a while at least. Long enough to pass by both Eurwen and Neverwhere, who had excellent vision now as well.
Never mind. Nerine needs whatever ties she can make, whatever recruits she can find. If she doesn’t need to trek to the Field in the winter season, or, not today, then so be it.
The white and rosy figure moves through the snowy background, slowly approaching the black who pays no attention to her - she looks at something on the ground and for a stranger, curses with a strangely familiar voice.
Maybe she’s a Tephran, Eurwen thinks. Maybe she’s related to someone she knows. It ags her mind, but staring at the abysmal-coloured mare won’t help.
”Hello.” She approaches cautiously, confused by the unfamiliar looks matching familiar-but-forgotten scents, sounds, and eyes of the mare. Something is new and something is not, but she cannot pinpoint why she feels that this is the case with the mare.
After all, they never met before.
Did they?
@[Wishbone]