02-23-2020, 05:36 AM
Eurwen
the secret of walking on water
is knowing where the rocks lie
is knowing where the rocks lie
Without Brine to focus on, without a political goal with all the steals going on left and right, the lithe, pink-spotted mare might be slowly going crazy. She’d beaten herself up over not being able to protect the mare and yearling taken, even though she knew that anyone else might have, could have, should have been there to stop it just as much as she. Then, she’d done the unthinkable and attacked the monster when he burned the forest, attacked with the power she had been given for beating another monster.
In fact, she wasn’t sure what was left or right any more; once of royalty, now she didn’t know what side to take. Was it right to keep fighting to keep Nerine as it once was, to keep Taiga with them, or should she not withstand evolution? She frequently wonders what Breckin would have thought about all this; then, she would smile to herself at the thought of her mother when she got riled up.
Perhaps she didn’t differ from her as much as she had thought, then.
Leaning against a cool rock, the knabstrup hybrid looks out to the sea. She misses having someone to talk to; misses her sister and her mother, and her little brother. She wonders briefly what Aodhán might be doing these days; she hadn’t had time to see what effect the Cure had had on him. Certainly he would live, right?
There’s only one of her family she knows to be around - but her father is always everywhere and nowhere, and not easily found when she needs it. Besides he wasn’t the easiest to talk to, not with politics as a subject. Maybe she should find Lilli again, if the mare was available. Being part of two lands, even if they were kingdom and territory, wasn’t a very easy job, Wenny supposes.
She inhales slowly and deeply; then, she turns around. It’s no use hiding, and she’d better start thinking about what she can do, instead.
Maybe she should take a walk outside of Nerine? She’s desperate for a distraction.
In fact, she wasn’t sure what was left or right any more; once of royalty, now she didn’t know what side to take. Was it right to keep fighting to keep Nerine as it once was, to keep Taiga with them, or should she not withstand evolution? She frequently wonders what Breckin would have thought about all this; then, she would smile to herself at the thought of her mother when she got riled up.
Perhaps she didn’t differ from her as much as she had thought, then.
Leaning against a cool rock, the knabstrup hybrid looks out to the sea. She misses having someone to talk to; misses her sister and her mother, and her little brother. She wonders briefly what Aodhán might be doing these days; she hadn’t had time to see what effect the Cure had had on him. Certainly he would live, right?
There’s only one of her family she knows to be around - but her father is always everywhere and nowhere, and not easily found when she needs it. Besides he wasn’t the easiest to talk to, not with politics as a subject. Maybe she should find Lilli again, if the mare was available. Being part of two lands, even if they were kingdom and territory, wasn’t a very easy job, Wenny supposes.
She inhales slowly and deeply; then, she turns around. It’s no use hiding, and she’d better start thinking about what she can do, instead.
Maybe she should take a walk outside of Nerine? She’s desperate for a distraction.
@[Corban]