05-19-2020, 09:48 AM
Eurwen
the secret of walking on water
is knowing where the rocks lie
is knowing where the rocks lie
Her homeland seems empty nowadays, what with Brazen as the only adult she could really talk to. Although she is in no hurry to get Lilliana back - she started it, so she’d better just sit this one out - she still misses the chestnut mare for their daily conversations; even if it was mostly complaining about their twins’ behaviour.
Her visit to Taiga recently, had also been long overdue. Truthfully, she wonders what makes a good diplomat, what makes a good queen - what makes a good anything, really. Is someone a good guardian for smiling pleasantly at the border, or if they scare people off? What good is a queen who tries to be friends with everyone - but is standing steadfast and not letting people in, just as bad?
Is it good enough of her to just try? She can only hope.
Her trip to the Field, she spends in somewhat of a worry. But as her dark brown, near-black eyes land on the trio - one pink-antlered mare being approached by two others - she figures why the heck not just try and make the best of it. She smiles a little at the sight of their coloring - the new mare with her pink assets, the tobiano being sapphire and gold-rimmed, the palomino with the galaxy markings. She fits right in, what with her rose-golden mane glimmering metallically in the sun, her leopard body spotted with soft pink instead of the red they used to be.
She is soft-spoken, though those that pay her any second mind might notice that she probably won’t budge when pushed too far. ”Welcome to Beqanna,” she offers the mare with a somewhat-knowing smile.
By now, she knows what the new ones look like, after all - taking their first steps into the unknown, they just have that look about them. There’s always some who surprise her, but most of the newcomers to this world, to the main island and it’s kingdoms, they look different from the ones who were born here and simply need a new home.
Her visit to Taiga recently, had also been long overdue. Truthfully, she wonders what makes a good diplomat, what makes a good queen - what makes a good anything, really. Is someone a good guardian for smiling pleasantly at the border, or if they scare people off? What good is a queen who tries to be friends with everyone - but is standing steadfast and not letting people in, just as bad?
Is it good enough of her to just try? She can only hope.
Her trip to the Field, she spends in somewhat of a worry. But as her dark brown, near-black eyes land on the trio - one pink-antlered mare being approached by two others - she figures why the heck not just try and make the best of it. She smiles a little at the sight of their coloring - the new mare with her pink assets, the tobiano being sapphire and gold-rimmed, the palomino with the galaxy markings. She fits right in, what with her rose-golden mane glimmering metallically in the sun, her leopard body spotted with soft pink instead of the red they used to be.
She is soft-spoken, though those that pay her any second mind might notice that she probably won’t budge when pushed too far. ”Welcome to Beqanna,” she offers the mare with a somewhat-knowing smile.
By now, she knows what the new ones look like, after all - taking their first steps into the unknown, they just have that look about them. There’s always some who surprise her, but most of the newcomers to this world, to the main island and it’s kingdoms, they look different from the ones who were born here and simply need a new home.
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