04-07-2015, 03:03 PM
As a child you would wait, and watch from far away. But you always knew you'd be the one to work while they all play. It's child-time, the time when all the mares in the world seem to be giving birth. This doesn't bother Librette; it's never been something she's particularly influenced by one way or the other. She isn't fond of children, in her 50+ years of life (with a handful of years of death thrown in there, just for spice) she's only had three. She doesn't hold it against the other – she has contemplated it, to fill the void of silence that seems to be settling across Beqanna. But no, there are better solutions. Like the field. She is not here long before she smells the scent of dull burning. It isn't sharp like a forest fire, it's older, muted somehow. She follows it to its source, seeing the burned circle, and then seeing the mare nearby. Being from a mythical land with a resident pyromaniac, the thought that the two are somehow connected crosses her mind immediately. Interesting. The mare already has a small crowd gathered. One mare that Librette doesn't realize, but who bears the tattoos of the Amazons. And then Talulah, who Librette knows from her quick trip to the Dale not long ago. She offers them both a nod. "Talulah." she greets, with the same roughness in her voice that she's always had. And then she turns her attention to the mare that they've clearly all come to see, the mare who bears no kingdom's scent or markings (but is still redolent of smoke). To look at her, the mare looks like a normal appaloosa, but Librette senses that something more lies beneath the surface (something likely related to the scent of smoke). Quite the contrast to Librette, who is exactly what she appears. A regular chestnut, sturdily built but well muscled. She is not beautiful, not remarkable in any way; even her eyes are a very prosaic shade of brown. Her mythical trait is writ large across her back, the two hawk-wings rising from either side of her spine. They are incongruously beautiful, totally out of place when you look at them next to the rest of her. A white slash across her chest completes her oddities, brightly white and directly above her heart. "I'm Librette." she says, her voice level, her eyes focusing on the appaloosa. "What's your name?" She pauses, her eyes flickering to the fire circle for just a moment. But she leaves it at that for now. There will be time to talk fire later. Don't weep for me LIBRETTEBecause this will be the labor of my love.
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