02-06-2019, 12:57 PM
Eurwen
diamonds are found only in the darkness of earth
as truth lies in the darkness of mind
as truth lies in the darkness of mind
Even though she knew what to expect, she is still nervous - or maybe because of it. The spotted filly might know it to be irrational, yet she wonders if people will agree with the proposed, or decreed, changes in leadership. Her father might not entirely like it perhaps (he seemed more happy about his island being settled than that he was happy about leading it per say) and Oisín could bother her for the rest of her life. Most of all she hasn’t spoken to Heartfire before, in person anyway. Perhaps it’s the lack of an idea what to expect that makes her the most nervous.
Yet - even if the yearling filly might look tense, otherwise she doesn’t show any nervous ticks. She used to be a flee-er when it comes to danger, but she had learned to fight that instinct. She knows better, she tells herself - though perhaps she just knows it is not the solution to everything.
Mother finished her speech and Heartfire does so too. It all goes by in a bit of a blur, and her peripheral vision catches sight of her parents nearby. Her mother looks relieved. Perhaps one day she’ll be the same, or does Breckin think that her daughter being slightly different from her (not enough, Eurwen thinks), will do better?
The spotted girl attempts a short sideways look to her older cousin, wondering if the much different example will help her personal growth - but then her grandmother arrives, a baby in tow - draft-like in build much like her family members. Then, the girl breaks loose from the crowd to great them, but Scorch’s neutral tone withholds the filly from greeting her younger uncle. It might be better not to, not right now anyway. Still, she spares him a small encouraging smile, before looking at the other horses that have gathered
It occurs to her that they all need a little more encouragement, as far as she can tell from their faces. Even her father’s joke seemed a little moody to her.
Briefly, her gaze lingers on the lean stallion near her father, wondering if she should remember him or if he lived on the Isle. But her strength lies more with silent encouragement than with long speeches, and she doesn’t feel like interrupting whatever is going on, right now.
Yet - even if the yearling filly might look tense, otherwise she doesn’t show any nervous ticks. She used to be a flee-er when it comes to danger, but she had learned to fight that instinct. She knows better, she tells herself - though perhaps she just knows it is not the solution to everything.
Mother finished her speech and Heartfire does so too. It all goes by in a bit of a blur, and her peripheral vision catches sight of her parents nearby. Her mother looks relieved. Perhaps one day she’ll be the same, or does Breckin think that her daughter being slightly different from her (not enough, Eurwen thinks), will do better?
The spotted girl attempts a short sideways look to her older cousin, wondering if the much different example will help her personal growth - but then her grandmother arrives, a baby in tow - draft-like in build much like her family members. Then, the girl breaks loose from the crowd to great them, but Scorch’s neutral tone withholds the filly from greeting her younger uncle. It might be better not to, not right now anyway. Still, she spares him a small encouraging smile, before looking at the other horses that have gathered
It occurs to her that they all need a little more encouragement, as far as she can tell from their faces. Even her father’s joke seemed a little moody to her.
Briefly, her gaze lingers on the lean stallion near her father, wondering if she should remember him or if he lived on the Isle. But her strength lies more with silent encouragement than with long speeches, and she doesn’t feel like interrupting whatever is going on, right now.