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Soldier keep on marching on; Ilma - Hurricane - 07-26-2019 With so little purpose to direct his life, the passage of time has become largely meaningless. Days blur into months and months into years. He’s not quite certain any longer how much time has passed since the Tundra had been lost forever to the memories of the dead and forgotten, but he knows it has been a very long time. At least, to others, it would seem like lifetimes ago. To Hurricane, it pales in comparison to the endless expanse his life has been and will always be. quiet now, you're gonna wake the beast hide your soul out of his reach Hurricane @[Ilma] RE: Soldier keep on marching on; Ilma - Ilma - 07-27-2019 Ilma One night I will be the moon hanging over you One night I will be a star follow where you are The Meadow was, for now, her new home - Castile’s visit had started a train of thought of which she had not yet decided where it would end. It had been so easy to hate him, in her position, and yet she could not. She found herself scared, of course, broken even, for how could he call himself her friend after all that he did - and then when she saw him, she had noticed how much pride he had taken in having so much influence, that the mega-kingdom he seemingly was creating was internally peaceful. Well. That was something, she supposed - too bad he’d thought that he best achieved that through warfare, through steals, through the hurt of other leaders - women, like her, who wouldn’t have minded an alliance one bit if he’d only asked. But that was not the way his mind worked. Now, the ex-queen sought the peace of the Meadow. Not that it was always peaceful, but at least here no one would be backstabbing their way to a leadership position, no-one was scheming behind her back to take her down or waiting for her to be replaced, no-one was better or worse off than any of the rest. It is the only truly neutral place, because in the forest dwell the ones who think the world is made of strong and weak, though they have no interest in leading anyone, just taking what they want for themselves. The riverlands are a border between both places, and relatively quiet. Thus, the Meadow will be her home until she has decided if she ever wants to mingle with the kingdom dwellers, again. Thus, undecided yet decided, she grazes here, and only speaks to those who want her to; those who ask her help or guidance. She’s built up a reputation with her precognition to guide her answers, to help those who are in need of a nudge in the right direction to achieve their goals. And yet it seems she can help everyone else, but herself. She sends away a filly (yearling truly, but she’s old enough not to distinguish) just when the grey man lands; she watches the way his dark orbs scan the environment with a natural, habitual calm. Similar to hers, in such a way that she wonders about his life, his goals, and the things that obviously have let him down. Her fire-amber eyes meet his coal black ones for a moment, but then she forces herself to focus on her midday meal. If he wanted attention, he would have asked for it, made any sound. He had not, and she certainly wasn’t about to disturb his afternoon if he didn’t want anyone to do so. But she doesn’t move away. He has the air and grace of a man with the knowledge and wisdom of time and age, and she can’t help but feel he is important in some way, to her - unfortunately, she cannot distinguish if this is her gift, her gut, or her head speaking. Hurry, the sun is waking Darling, don't leave me waiting @[Hurricane] RE: Soldier keep on marching on; Ilma - Hurricane - 08-01-2019 He might have chosen any number of places to come to rest, but he had chosen here. He cannot say why, nor did he particularly care to. He has never placed much stock in the imaginings of fate. Life is what one makes of it. Of course, when one lives as long as he, it seems one could make and re-make it as many times as they wished. quiet now, you're gonna wake the beast hide your soul out of his reach Hurricane RE: Soldier keep on marching on; Ilma - Ilma - 08-09-2019 Ilma One night I will be the moon hanging over you One night I will be a star follow where you are The mare is well-trained, some would say. Too well-trained if one asks her; only recently did she decide that she needs something different. Different what, different how, that is something she couldn’t say. Nevertheless she has skilled herself in social behaviour. As such she had decided not to approach someone who just arrived and honestly hadn’t looked like he wanted to talk right away. He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak - she might have been tempted long ago to trail him where he went, if he left, but now she has learned a little too well that such things can go unappreciated. That some don’t want to be involved with others at all. Hello. He surprises her, and her eyes flicker back up to meet his once more. She blinks, but it seems that since he doesn’t look like he’s talking to anyone else, this is really an attempt at conversation. Her face schooled quickly, the white mare nods to him as she raises her head. She takes the few steps it takes her to cross the distance from awkward talking into a more casual conversation, before she speaks to him. ”Can I help you?” She doesn’t ask how he is, knowing the answer will either be evasive or something she might not want to hear about just yet. She promised herself no politics, no drama - her curiosity can’t ever be sated, but she wants to focus on other horses instead. As long as it doesn’t involve herself, she can still ask around and help others. Hurry, the sun is waking Darling, don't leave me waiting RE: Soldier keep on marching on; Ilma - Hurricane - 08-21-2019 He’d once had more grace in conversation. Once been able to approximate the broader points of amenability and diplomatic discourse. But once had been a long time ago now. He’d never been particularly skilled, but he had tried at least. Unfortunately it seems such limited ability is much too easily lost when it is left unused. And so those who have the regrettable pleasure of encountering him anymore are more often than not met my stilted conversation and an almost rough indifference. quiet now, you're gonna wake the beast hide your soul out of his reach Hurricane RE: Soldier keep on marching on; Ilma - Ilma - 08-29-2019 Ilma One night I will be the moon hanging over you One night I will be a star follow where you are Life could be a disappointment; the white mare finally understood this. How sad, she thought, that she was probably already on her way to her grave - at her age she was beyond half the age that most horses lived. And she was not born in Beqanna - she doubted that she was blessed with immortality or something of the like. Her daughter certainly hadn’t gotten it from her. How sad then, to come to these wise conclusions only yo have such a short time to use it well. But perhaps, she already knows that that is the natural way of things. The young repeat the mistakes of the old, because each is only partly the same as their parent. And the diversity makes them evolve (sometimes, at least). If everyone lived forever, the world would be crowded with timid old men and women, who never took a risk. Perhaps he is one of those, too. He certainly looks it - there is the lack of a spark, which must have been there at some point? He seems to have lost the memory of youth. And hasn’t she, as well? Where had her ambition for Hyaline gone? Must have gotten lost underway, and she didn’t look back to change it back. Was it fear? She cannot say. Perhaps it was. Is. He confirms - his evasive answer does, anyway. She looks to him more closely, then nods. ”Then we have a no, don’t we? I can’t, as long as you doubt.” It is true for herself as much as it is for him, though. She realizes it just after she says it; tilts her head slightly. ”You know what, I think you just helped me.” And she laughs, clearer than she has in a long while. A light reappears in her face as she recognizes that part of her that she lost before. The part with her energy. Her stubbornness. Determination. ”Let me rephrase, because I think we started the wrong way. I’m Ilma. And I’m going to help you live again whether you want me to or not. Will you tell me your name?” For the first time in about five years, she smiles instead of worries. She’ll tail this man until he realizes what she did, just now. That life isn’t something you can ever quit - and that people may develop, but at the core they’ll stay the same innocent foal they once were. He may not remember his foal years, but then perhaps they may create new memories in their stead. Hurry, the sun is waking Darling, don't leave me waiting RE: Soldier keep on marching on; Ilma - Hurricane - 09-18-2019 Hurricane had long ago come to the conclusion that ambition is for the young. Had long ago realized that whatever changes you might make upon the world in your brief span of influence would, inevitably, fade and be forgotten. He had watched as the sea swallowed his home. Had watched as his every dream and hope and desire had been eaten by a power he could never hope to match. quiet now, you're gonna wake the beast hide your soul out of his reach Hurricane Apparently confused Hurricane just stares stupidly, lmaooooo RE: Soldier keep on marching on; Ilma - Ilma - 10-23-2019 Ilma One night I will be the moon hanging over you One night I will be a star follow where you are It’s not every day she proclaims herself someone’s saviour - indeed, she never did. She only acted, only observed, concluded, and spoke a few words of the truth to bend another’s thoughts. Or at least, that was the idea of it. Not always did that work - but as long as she believed it did, she had much more of a chance that the other believed, as well. Convincing herself first, was what happened just before - although it was clear to see that the man before her, did not. But it didn’t matter, the first step had been taken. As the white mare rambles on, she doesn’t miss the changing expressions on her conversation partner’s face. It amuses her in a way, but she also realizes she is not quite helping him, at the moment. Only herself. It’s why she offered to start over, and is finally able to get a name. Hurricane. She smiles. Knowing her mother named her after the air itself, she wonders where this will bring her. Bring him. Them. She nods to him, edges a little closer. ”So what was it that brought you here, today?” she asks. Surely there had been a reason to come out of hiding, even if he hadn’t known it at the time. Is he ready to try and live again? Hurry, the sun is waking Darling, don't leave me waiting @[Hurricane] I'm just pretending no time has passed yay |