01-05-2019, 09:10 AM
Leilan
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
The fact that it's even come to this, is to say the least... disappointing. Four claims. A challenge not followed up. Months of waiting for abso-f-ing-lutely nothing to happen.
All in all, the scaled roan doesn't know if he's disappointed in himself for not calling for a vote last summer even though that would have meant ignoring Camomila and basically stepping up again, or in everybody else, roaming around and doing nothing in particular at all.
Well, at least he'd tried to help the fae find a cure in the meantime. If that counted for anything at all with these people, he wasn't sure, but it felt like some kind of accomplishment to himself nonetheless.
The centre of the Isle happens to be a place where Heartfire once... detonated. A place where he'd later met Set, in an attempt to patch at least this part of the Isle a bit so that no little foals would tumble into the hole - where he'd told the man exactly how he felt about his claim and his intended way of ruling, but then, it had seemed like the magician either didn't care enough to continue hanging around, or that he didn't care enough to talk to Leilan any more. Whatever it was, he hadn't seen the man since.
Come to think of it, he hadn't seen a lot of faces lately. Whoever else was still around mostly kept to themselves, and it had been up to Leilan to greet the visitors from the East, to greet any new faces at all. But that was the thing with this island. It's too cold for some, apparently, to keep an interest in.
Not to him, he's well-adjusted. Too well, perhaps. Had he taken on the icy demeanour of the land perhaps more figuratively also, he wouldn't know. But he knows what he doesn't want, for starters. Which is to leave. Or to let Phasus and Set rule together, because surely that would lead to trouble for Nerine later on.
Jesper also seemed to think it was time they actually decided something, calling this meeting. Peace of mind would perhaps help them all get better. Set a course. Taiga was a free land, if anyone wanted to be free and careless and unbound. At least that's what Lilitha had told him. Of course, it wasn't plague-free, but the majority of lands weren't. But it was like Ard had said. Those wanting to find a safe place here, should be welcome, however long or short they wanted to stay. Safe haven.
But perhaps it needed to be more than that. Any safe haven was usually a more apathetic place, waiting for refugees to come and go. For anything to be tied to Nerine, perhaps it needed to be more outgoing. But how does one do that, with everybody squabbling over every step he'd take? It had seemed to Leilan, that people here perhaps just didn't want him. Well, except Heartfire maybe, who'd mentioned him so that there would be someone here who would definitely be loyal to the kingdom just off-coast.
"Brother," he greets, stretching out his nose to the black male as soon as he arrives (turns out he's the first). Waiting, he looks around. Then, the more diplomatic male has a speech ready when finally, more people fly in. The ice-clad drake grins a bit to himself, but is careful not to show. He mulls over the ideas Jesper now outs all in one go, then shakes his head.
"This land doesn't need to do much decision-making, as it can't be a full kingdom - it'll be tied to Nerine in one way or another due to it's location. So politically, I'd think it would make the most sense to follow Nerine's alliances. That, or be completely neutral in regards to it, but then also to other lands. So bear in mind that most decision needing to be made, will concern ourselves: small disagreements between members, distribution of food and water in the winter, directions as to where to find a healer." His ice-blue eyes scan the others present. "To be honest, in that regard, I think having two rulers isn't going to be very helpful unless we want Nerine to make final decisions for us. I'm thinking either it's one final-decisionmaker, or three, or even five - as long as there can be no tie in votes between them. If we go with one - then I think their council should also be uneven." Logic, as always, had never evaded him. Perhaps that's why he had thought he might do better than most. Not let a desire for power overtake him - as he feared that, some time ago, Wolfbane and Arthas both had made that mistake which had let them to near-war; only the Plague and the death of Arthas by some other event had prevented it.
"Or we resort to being a free land of herds. But now that I'm being honest with you all anyway - there's plenty other lands doing just that, and I'd hoped to have something more meaningful than just a place in the ice where everybody shelters from the plague."
Well, right. His brisk kind of honesty might not always be appreciated, but at least he wasn't hiding anything or lying.
All in all, the scaled roan doesn't know if he's disappointed in himself for not calling for a vote last summer even though that would have meant ignoring Camomila and basically stepping up again, or in everybody else, roaming around and doing nothing in particular at all.
Well, at least he'd tried to help the fae find a cure in the meantime. If that counted for anything at all with these people, he wasn't sure, but it felt like some kind of accomplishment to himself nonetheless.
The centre of the Isle happens to be a place where Heartfire once... detonated. A place where he'd later met Set, in an attempt to patch at least this part of the Isle a bit so that no little foals would tumble into the hole - where he'd told the man exactly how he felt about his claim and his intended way of ruling, but then, it had seemed like the magician either didn't care enough to continue hanging around, or that he didn't care enough to talk to Leilan any more. Whatever it was, he hadn't seen the man since.
Come to think of it, he hadn't seen a lot of faces lately. Whoever else was still around mostly kept to themselves, and it had been up to Leilan to greet the visitors from the East, to greet any new faces at all. But that was the thing with this island. It's too cold for some, apparently, to keep an interest in.
Not to him, he's well-adjusted. Too well, perhaps. Had he taken on the icy demeanour of the land perhaps more figuratively also, he wouldn't know. But he knows what he doesn't want, for starters. Which is to leave. Or to let Phasus and Set rule together, because surely that would lead to trouble for Nerine later on.
Jesper also seemed to think it was time they actually decided something, calling this meeting. Peace of mind would perhaps help them all get better. Set a course. Taiga was a free land, if anyone wanted to be free and careless and unbound. At least that's what Lilitha had told him. Of course, it wasn't plague-free, but the majority of lands weren't. But it was like Ard had said. Those wanting to find a safe place here, should be welcome, however long or short they wanted to stay. Safe haven.
But perhaps it needed to be more than that. Any safe haven was usually a more apathetic place, waiting for refugees to come and go. For anything to be tied to Nerine, perhaps it needed to be more outgoing. But how does one do that, with everybody squabbling over every step he'd take? It had seemed to Leilan, that people here perhaps just didn't want him. Well, except Heartfire maybe, who'd mentioned him so that there would be someone here who would definitely be loyal to the kingdom just off-coast.
"Brother," he greets, stretching out his nose to the black male as soon as he arrives (turns out he's the first). Waiting, he looks around. Then, the more diplomatic male has a speech ready when finally, more people fly in. The ice-clad drake grins a bit to himself, but is careful not to show. He mulls over the ideas Jesper now outs all in one go, then shakes his head.
"This land doesn't need to do much decision-making, as it can't be a full kingdom - it'll be tied to Nerine in one way or another due to it's location. So politically, I'd think it would make the most sense to follow Nerine's alliances. That, or be completely neutral in regards to it, but then also to other lands. So bear in mind that most decision needing to be made, will concern ourselves: small disagreements between members, distribution of food and water in the winter, directions as to where to find a healer." His ice-blue eyes scan the others present. "To be honest, in that regard, I think having two rulers isn't going to be very helpful unless we want Nerine to make final decisions for us. I'm thinking either it's one final-decisionmaker, or three, or even five - as long as there can be no tie in votes between them. If we go with one - then I think their council should also be uneven." Logic, as always, had never evaded him. Perhaps that's why he had thought he might do better than most. Not let a desire for power overtake him - as he feared that, some time ago, Wolfbane and Arthas both had made that mistake which had let them to near-war; only the Plague and the death of Arthas by some other event had prevented it.
"Or we resort to being a free land of herds. But now that I'm being honest with you all anyway - there's plenty other lands doing just that, and I'd hoped to have something more meaningful than just a place in the ice where everybody shelters from the plague."
Well, right. His brisk kind of honesty might not always be appreciated, but at least he wasn't hiding anything or lying.
you set my soul alight
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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