02-22-2018, 05:39 PM
volcan
Burn slow, burning up the back wall
Long roads, where the city meets the sky
Most days, most days stay the sole same
Please stay, for this fear will not die
Long roads, where the city meets the sky
Most days, most days stay the sole same
Please stay, for this fear will not die
She is bored.
Every day it’s the same. Sea breeze. Crashing waves. Bobbing flower heads. Waving marram grass. Nerine was...peaceful, at least.
They should probably change that.
The smokey mare swings from being nervous of their judgement (of the true amazons) to wanting to make them all proud, wanting them to be impressed by her, the lost daughter of a lost khaleesi, born in a lost kingdom… Was it in her blood? Or was her blood entirely sand, now? Did she have what it takes to be a new-amazonian, a Nerinean?
It seemed that Nerine liked horses that could sit around, walk around, eat grass all day… So she was exceeding at it, naturally.
She should probaby change that.
”Hello, Starlin.” says Volcan with a smile. ”Thanks for letting me know about Nerine. I suppose technically I’m your recruit.” It hadn’t been her first choice, admittedly, perhaps it should’ve been.
”Were you recruited here, or born here?”