04-03-2019, 08:26 AM
Eurwen
the secret to walking on water is
knowing where the rocks lie
knowing where the rocks lie
She's not one to actively seek attention; perhaps one trait she has in common with her aunt-cousin (she honestly thinks Heartfire more of a sort of aunt than that she would see her as her cousin, implying they're of the same generation; what with all the age difference and life experiences. Heartfire is a great-grandmother; Eurwen is barely coming of age).
So, not unlike other days, she doesn't stroll through the middle of the kingdom, but favours the outskirts; the rocks that allow her to stand and watch over the waves, calculating the distance between herself and most of her close family living near, but far enough to have her have her own life; she misses them, but not in a bad, heart-wrenching kind of way, and knows how often her little brother sneaks over the canal to visit the mainland, even if he doesn't visit her even half of those times. Such a cunning fellow he thinks he is: she lets him believe he goes by undetected.
She doesn't necessarily hide, either. Her rose-golden mane frequently catch the sunlight, especially in this season, she simply doesn't behave like she catches the attention, chooses to ignore it whenever she can. Sometimes she wonders if the green and white boy had stayed or went on after his first meeting with Nerinians; however if he did indeed stay either he was perhaps favouring his crow form and like her not mingling with the others too much, or he had avoided her so far. Honestly, the latter would not have been very hard to do, she knows. She hasn't been the very best heir, she thinks. If Heartfire picked someone else, she couldn't blame her.
Her headaches have worsened by now, her eyes no longer as shiny as her mane, dully looking around some days more than others. But she can't let headaches and the occasional itch in her throat stand in the way of her fulfilling her duty as princess, or whatever the title should be - so that when her eyes catch the green pinto roaming around, clearly looking for something, she leaves her favoured place upon the higher rocks and walks down the slope to meet him. "I wasn't sure you'd stay." she tells him, knowing that he must have had quite a bump to his ego when he first came here.
So, not unlike other days, she doesn't stroll through the middle of the kingdom, but favours the outskirts; the rocks that allow her to stand and watch over the waves, calculating the distance between herself and most of her close family living near, but far enough to have her have her own life; she misses them, but not in a bad, heart-wrenching kind of way, and knows how often her little brother sneaks over the canal to visit the mainland, even if he doesn't visit her even half of those times. Such a cunning fellow he thinks he is: she lets him believe he goes by undetected.
She doesn't necessarily hide, either. Her rose-golden mane frequently catch the sunlight, especially in this season, she simply doesn't behave like she catches the attention, chooses to ignore it whenever she can. Sometimes she wonders if the green and white boy had stayed or went on after his first meeting with Nerinians; however if he did indeed stay either he was perhaps favouring his crow form and like her not mingling with the others too much, or he had avoided her so far. Honestly, the latter would not have been very hard to do, she knows. She hasn't been the very best heir, she thinks. If Heartfire picked someone else, she couldn't blame her.
Her headaches have worsened by now, her eyes no longer as shiny as her mane, dully looking around some days more than others. But she can't let headaches and the occasional itch in her throat stand in the way of her fulfilling her duty as princess, or whatever the title should be - so that when her eyes catch the green pinto roaming around, clearly looking for something, she leaves her favoured place upon the higher rocks and walks down the slope to meet him. "I wasn't sure you'd stay." she tells him, knowing that he must have had quite a bump to his ego when he first came here.
@[Corban]