"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
Ever since her reunion with her dearest friend, her spirits had been raised dramatically. Almost nothing seemed to get on her nerves or put her down. Because she was so easily irritated by every little thing, it was really saying something. Though her reunion with Diarmuit had been brief she was quite satisfied. Ever moment she spent speaking with him only made her day brighter and brighter. Apparently the meeting had a long lasting impact, for she was still just as happy as she was even though a whole season had already passed since they parted ways again. Perhaps it was because she knew he wasn't gone. He mentioned he would be staying in Beqanna, at least for a while, so he wasn't that far. They'd meet each other again, and hopefully they'd be able to spend more time together. Her feelings for him still haven't changed; he was only a friend. But he was her dearest friend, a friendship which she valued as much as her own life.
Perhaps it was because of this mood change that caused her to decide to visit the sisterhood. Normally she wasn't too keen on the idea of doing more than visit one of the Kingdoms, and deep down she hoped she wouldn't change her mind on remaining a wanderer. But something had given her the push she needed to at least give the Kingdoms a chance. Whether she'd stay or not depended solely on those within the Kingdoms. But why she had visited Nerine, she wasn't sure. It was the furthest one from the Meadow where she had previously stayed before embarking on this journey, which in itself defied the logic of going to the nearest Kingdom. In all honesty, even in her good mood she wasn't too jolly about a Kingdom mostly made up of mares. She preferred being around the opposite sex over her own. This was not because she was attracted to the male species; it had already been made clear that she isn't interested in a romantic relationship. This was because she wanted to be seen as an equal to the 'dominant' sex. She didn't like being viewed as delicate, weak and always in need of a male to protect her like most viewed women. She could handle herself, and had proved as much time and time again since she was but a filly. She even managed to make Diarmuit nervous a few times, and he was the toughest stallion she knew.
But whether or not she liked the idea of the Kingdom being made up of women, she ventured on. She didn't know what to expect from their members, or their Queen should they cross paths. They may not like visitors, and may even throw her out. But she shrugged off the possibility. If that happens then whatever. Nothing was going to dampen her good mood.
Reva
though I walk in the calm, do tread lightly, for I am the storm
@[Breckin], @[Scorch], @[Nalia] I'm tagging you all just in case y'all wanna RP with someone other than Roseen, and I'm curious to see how they'd get along with Reva :3
The loud cry of a falcon echoed over the expanse of Nerine's meadow, drawing any passerby's attention to the proud creature soaring through the sky. A strong breeze caught the bird's wings and lifted him higher into the sky, his piercing eyes scanning the ground below for a source of food. He spotted something on the ground, but upon seeing it was far too big for his little beak, and that it appeared to be moving quite fast, he moved on to find a meal elsewhere.
The creature the falcon spotted briefly disappeared into a small expanse of trees that stretched past the forest that lined one side of Nerine, the only sound that signaled its presence being the thundering of hooves upon the ground. When the tree line broke, the filly appeared again, her gray and white painted form racing across the meadow to the top of a small hill that was near the meadow's edge.
When she hit the top of the hill, the filly reared back, flapping her wings in a show of exhilaration. When she came back down, her hooves striking the ground, the filly shook her head and neck to try and get her mane to one side, a light sheen of sweat lining her elegant body.
Nalia's calm, careful gaze swept over the edge of Nerine, the border not far from where she stood. Her nostrils were flared with each breath she took, the breeze in the air ruffling her feathered wings. Since her arrival in Nerine, the filly had grown exponentially, physically, mentally, and in spirit. No longer was she the same free spirit she was when she was even younger than now. She still liked to have fun and go exploring, but since her training began, learning to be a diplomat in addition to receiving warrior training so she could defend herself, she'd matured, knowing she had very important responsibilities to uphold.
And that included greeting newcomers, whether she was the first one to spot them or not. In this case, it seemed she was. The filly spotted another horse a few dozen yards away, a gray it seemed. Wondering if this was another visitor who'd been here before, like Castile, the filly decided to investigate, walking down the hill and picking her pace up to a canter instead of flying over.
When she got closer to the mare, Nalia slowed down to a walk again. Giving a friendly smile, she spoke up, noting the other horse was a dappled gray in color, almost a molting look, and while she was taller than Nalia, she didn't look to be much older than the filly.
"Hello there," the filly said. "My name's Nalia. Welcome to Nerine. Have you been here before? Are you new? What's your name?"
Before she realized it she had started humming a quiet, cheerful song to herself. It was a song she learned from her mother when she was a filly. Back then, she wasn’t a very big fan of it, and always requested her mother to sing something else. But now it seemed quite fitting for her mood. Cheerful, possibly excited. There was a bit of curiosity as to whether Diarmuit remembered the song; he always liked it more than she did. It was the first song her mother sang to him after they found him.
Unintentionally she began recalling the day she had met him, so long ago. They were both just little foals at the time. She was traveling with her mother when it had sudden begun to rain. That’s when she saw him. Diarmuit had been wandering around, dirtied with a mixture of mud and blood plastering his coat. He was nameless, with no recollection of why he was covered in blood that they soon learned wasn’t his. He had no memories of anything at all. Her mother took him in right then and there. She raised him as her own, but he was never really part of the family. Reva and Diarmuit never saw each other as siblings, only friends.
On that day, he was so quiet, distant, and completely devoid of all emotions. But since then he opened up more. He seemed to brighten up, become more happy and trusting. But Reva suspended there was still a wall between his true feelings and everyone else. He held everything in so well, constantly made her wonder what he was thinking and how he really felt. And whenever she’d bring it up, he’d dodge the question with one of his own, asking about her instead and pretending he wasn’t as important. It was frustrating, infuriating even. She just wanted to get past that stupid wall he put up so long ago.
She sighed lightly and shook her head. Reva refused to let her mood be dampened now. He was in Beqanna, and one way or another she would get through to him. One day, she’d figure out what was going on inside his head.
Too distracted by her thoughts, Reva was completely unaware of the sudden presence of another horse until they spoke. Usually a serious of questions would get on her nerves, but not this time. Instead of snapping at the mare for her cheeriness, she beamed and showed equal joy. “I’m Reva,” she replied. “I’ve never been to any of the Kingdoms before and decided to pay them a visit. Nerine was the first on my list.”
Reva
though I walk in the calm, do tread lightly, for I am the storm
Nalia's ears picked up on a quiet humming when she came across the mare before introducing herself, and she was relieved to see that this newcomer didn't appear to be very hostile. Her grin didn't seem forced, although she had a feeling this mare was a careful being, perhaps only showing such relaxation due to Nalia's own carefree persona.
The painted filly nodded her head, "Hello Reva, good to meet you."
Reva stated that she'd come to Nerine to pay the kingdom a visit, having not been to any of the others in the area and wanting to see what surprises it had in store. Vaguely reminded of her own curiosity, the trait haven driven her here to Nerine after Ardashir offered to bring her to show her around, Nalia decided to show the same hospitality.
"Well, since you're new, can I help with anything? Show you around? Maybe introduce you to our leader so you can meet her? Maybe she'd offer you the chance to stay, if you like it here a lot."
