08-19-2016, 03:58 PM
There had to be a first time for everything, right? Even if you didn’t know what to expect or how to behave, or what others expected from you. She guessed she would have to figure that all out for herself by trying. Recruiting was more of a diplomat tasks, and she had signed herself up for the army, she found herself in the field. Igni had been curious, even somewhat excited to see the place for herself. She had barely ventured outside of the Tundra’s southern wall and she had been wanting to see the place her father had been before he had been picked up by a previous Tundra king.
From everything she had imagined the place to look like, nothing had been correct. It was just a field. Nothing more, nothing less. And it had horses all over it. So this was the place the diplomats visited to find new, valuable members. But what did they exactly mean with valuable? In Igni’s opinion that would be really tough warriors or smart ass little ponies. Offspring would guide for her perfect picture of a warrior and her father Brynmor would probably be how she saw a diplomat. Probably not the best examples, but the ones she had in mind.
It was due to that that she was lured towards a big figure in the field. He was tall and black, almost scary looking. He matched her view of a warrior perfectly, after all, he somewhat took after uncle Offspring. So she approaches him, a content smile tugging on the corners of her dark lips. Due to her young age, or the fact that she only sees what she wants to see. And right now she sees a great member for the Tundra and she is convinced he would accompany her home if she would tell him that. ”Hi there, fancy meeting you here. I’m Igni” she introduces herself. Her way of speaking isn’t diplomatic at all, still somewhat childish, but she tries.
And she thinks she’s doing a great job. This would make uncle Offspring and her father happy, right? ”So, what is a big, tall and handsome stud like you doing in the field? I can’t imagine you don’t have a home to protect at all.” Blunt. Where Brynmor is always so direct, his young daughter still had to learn the refined ways of conversing. Learning what you could say, and what you obviously could not.
From everything she had imagined the place to look like, nothing had been correct. It was just a field. Nothing more, nothing less. And it had horses all over it. So this was the place the diplomats visited to find new, valuable members. But what did they exactly mean with valuable? In Igni’s opinion that would be really tough warriors or smart ass little ponies. Offspring would guide for her perfect picture of a warrior and her father Brynmor would probably be how she saw a diplomat. Probably not the best examples, but the ones she had in mind.
It was due to that that she was lured towards a big figure in the field. He was tall and black, almost scary looking. He matched her view of a warrior perfectly, after all, he somewhat took after uncle Offspring. So she approaches him, a content smile tugging on the corners of her dark lips. Due to her young age, or the fact that she only sees what she wants to see. And right now she sees a great member for the Tundra and she is convinced he would accompany her home if she would tell him that. ”Hi there, fancy meeting you here. I’m Igni” she introduces herself. Her way of speaking isn’t diplomatic at all, still somewhat childish, but she tries.
And she thinks she’s doing a great job. This would make uncle Offspring and her father happy, right? ”So, what is a big, tall and handsome stud like you doing in the field? I can’t imagine you don’t have a home to protect at all.” Blunt. Where Brynmor is always so direct, his young daughter still had to learn the refined ways of conversing. Learning what you could say, and what you obviously could not.