08-19-2018, 12:46 AM
Lucrezia feels the faint warmth of the summer wind fading as it blows into her direction, pushing through her multicolored autumn feathered mane. The crispy season of autumn coming is felt through the edges of coldness that the wind leaves. It makes the hair on her body stand on end, but it leaves a pleasant feeling within her heart knowing that autumn was just around the corner. She has always loved autumn.
The smell of metallic growing more distinct grabs her attention. Her nutmeg gaze moves away from scanning the horizon of the meadow from where she has come to rest. The sound of a friendly greeting reaches her eardrums. Her ear flickers in response to the call while her eyes search to find the stranger that calls out to her in greeting.
She finds the iron stallion within moments as he approaches her. His scent smells of salt and pine. The fresh and sharp scents bring a memory and home to her mind. Although it is not the home she knew it to be. In this world it was Taiga, not the Chamber. However, she has always thought of ancient redwoods as a reincarnation of the pine forest and misty mountain land.
“So far it has been a beautiful day,” she replies back as a warm smile grows up on her thin creamed lips. “You smell like you have come from Taiga,” she states next. Lucrezia wonders what has become of the lands that have replaced the old ones before the Reckoning. After being gone for so long and a diplomatic at heart, she cannot help but pursue to find out new information and the current events of Beqanna.
However, she has forgotten herself. The most important parts of starting any conversation always began with a greeting and introduction of names. “I’m Lucrezia by the way,” she says before falling silent, nutmeg eyes gleaming as they watch the iron stallion.
The smell of metallic growing more distinct grabs her attention. Her nutmeg gaze moves away from scanning the horizon of the meadow from where she has come to rest. The sound of a friendly greeting reaches her eardrums. Her ear flickers in response to the call while her eyes search to find the stranger that calls out to her in greeting.
She finds the iron stallion within moments as he approaches her. His scent smells of salt and pine. The fresh and sharp scents bring a memory and home to her mind. Although it is not the home she knew it to be. In this world it was Taiga, not the Chamber. However, she has always thought of ancient redwoods as a reincarnation of the pine forest and misty mountain land.
“So far it has been a beautiful day,” she replies back as a warm smile grows up on her thin creamed lips. “You smell like you have come from Taiga,” she states next. Lucrezia wonders what has become of the lands that have replaced the old ones before the Reckoning. After being gone for so long and a diplomatic at heart, she cannot help but pursue to find out new information and the current events of Beqanna.
However, she has forgotten herself. The most important parts of starting any conversation always began with a greeting and introduction of names. “I’m Lucrezia by the way,” she says before falling silent, nutmeg eyes gleaming as they watch the iron stallion.
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