07-26-2016, 04:07 PM
Odezsa
Winter had come, and with it, symbolism. Death, loss, coldness. Odezsa could relate to all of the words, in more ways that one. For one thing, she now knew that Lagertha, the first person to show her any kindness in Beqanna, could be dead. I mean, she very well could still be out there alive, as the silver lady overheard a blanketed mare say. She was simply strolling through the jungle, her usual routine of absentmindedness, when she heard someone drop Lagertha's name. She moved towards the trio of ladies. If not death, this winter definitely brought loss.
She did not recognize the mare speaking, but she did understand the severity of heaviness of what the mare was asking. Their Queen was gone. Odezsa had not spent much time under her rule, but she had taking quite a liking to the gray mare and enjoyed her company, no matter how bland it could be. Of course, Dez liked most people. Hell, she already liked this lady. Stepping up, asking to take the position as their fearless leader. That had to take a lot of guts. Odezsa could not imagine the responsibility and the pressure that would come with it. Another female speaks, again, someone Odezsa did not recognize. The realization that wandering aimlessly didn't exactly help her adjust to her new life as an amazonian dawned on her slowly, and then all at once. She simply had to get herself more out there! That's when she noticed Riva, whom she had only just met but mere days ago.
"Riva!" She exclaimed lightly, positioning herself beside what she considered yet another new friend. They were talking about oaths and iniation, and Odezsa's mind drifted to Ithaca, the young filly she met who seemed so eager to join a war. Come to think of it, she'd never taken an oath in her entire life. It actually sounded quite exciting, an oath.
"My Queen," Odezsa began, bowing slightly before the black mare. Of course, had anyone else done this it may have seemed sarcastic, calling the mare queen in the midst of her making sure everyone was on board. But of course, the girl was just being polite and childlike in her understanding of social structure. She rose from her bow and smiled. "I would be honored to be initiated...or whatever is is we're doing."
Then she glanced to the other stranger and back to the new leader. "I'm Odezsa, and what are your names?"
She did not recognize the mare speaking, but she did understand the severity of heaviness of what the mare was asking. Their Queen was gone. Odezsa had not spent much time under her rule, but she had taking quite a liking to the gray mare and enjoyed her company, no matter how bland it could be. Of course, Dez liked most people. Hell, she already liked this lady. Stepping up, asking to take the position as their fearless leader. That had to take a lot of guts. Odezsa could not imagine the responsibility and the pressure that would come with it. Another female speaks, again, someone Odezsa did not recognize. The realization that wandering aimlessly didn't exactly help her adjust to her new life as an amazonian dawned on her slowly, and then all at once. She simply had to get herself more out there! That's when she noticed Riva, whom she had only just met but mere days ago.
"Riva!" She exclaimed lightly, positioning herself beside what she considered yet another new friend. They were talking about oaths and iniation, and Odezsa's mind drifted to Ithaca, the young filly she met who seemed so eager to join a war. Come to think of it, she'd never taken an oath in her entire life. It actually sounded quite exciting, an oath.
"My Queen," Odezsa began, bowing slightly before the black mare. Of course, had anyone else done this it may have seemed sarcastic, calling the mare queen in the midst of her making sure everyone was on board. But of course, the girl was just being polite and childlike in her understanding of social structure. She rose from her bow and smiled. "I would be honored to be initiated...or whatever is is we're doing."
Then she glanced to the other stranger and back to the new leader. "I'm Odezsa, and what are your names?"
all my friends are heathens, take it slow