04-05-2020, 12:09 AM
I've got you deep in the heart of me
-So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me-
hoping for information was one thing, but happening across a veritable wealth of it was another, and Eyas couldn’t have been more tickled to see the serious haze overtake @[Eurwen]’s expression. Yes; she already knew everything the fae-like mare by the river was telling her, but what was important now was the perspective of that telling. What must it all have been like from the outside? Her family marched into a territory that wasn’t theirs to march into, and upset a quiet peace in favor of tyranny. And that was only the beginning.
“I mean nobody can blame ‘em, yea.” Eyas agreed pleasantly enough at the right moment, following the remark about Nerine’s resistance with something poetic like, “Greed is a pitfall disguised in many ways.” Before Eurwen continued. The dragon’s daughter was northern-born and bred; it really didn’t surprise Eyas to hear her express sympathetic ties. Maybe a bit sided, given the present company was a complete and total stranger, but the spotted beauty had said it herself: she had no inclination as to why it had happened in the first place.
She didn’t really know the whole tale, from front to end.
Fair to say that Eyas was closer to that knowledge than the mare she’d found out here, alone in the wilderness, but even then she still sided with Eurwen’s opinion anyway. Her thoughts were still similar - the audacity and all. Unforgivable. So there was that at least, and the fact that Eurwen was close to figuring out these questions were more than the casual, curious inclinations of a random passerby without Eyas’s help at all.
“Oh, well,” She huffed casually, “you know how those mythical types love to play their games the long way. Only some of us don’t always have that leisure time.” She shook her head a bit, kind of wistful and remorseful as Eyas shuffled carefully into the water. Clouds of brown silt and caked on mud broke free from her legs, washed away by the swift-flowing current. The deeper she sank the heavier the cloud became, until her shoulders and hips were nearly under but not quite. Her wings were sodden and submerged, but they stayed aloft and steadied her against the onslaught of the River’s tug. “Personally, I think our world’s just lacking a few heroes now, don’t you?” Eyas turned in the churning water to face the shore again.
It was getting too dark to clearly make out Eurwen’s coat color, but the faint outline of her body still seemed to flicker on the banks. “I can sense you like to stand up for the little guy - or gal, so be it. Why not you? I certainly pegged you for one at first glance.”
“I mean nobody can blame ‘em, yea.” Eyas agreed pleasantly enough at the right moment, following the remark about Nerine’s resistance with something poetic like, “Greed is a pitfall disguised in many ways.” Before Eurwen continued. The dragon’s daughter was northern-born and bred; it really didn’t surprise Eyas to hear her express sympathetic ties. Maybe a bit sided, given the present company was a complete and total stranger, but the spotted beauty had said it herself: she had no inclination as to why it had happened in the first place.
She didn’t really know the whole tale, from front to end.
Fair to say that Eyas was closer to that knowledge than the mare she’d found out here, alone in the wilderness, but even then she still sided with Eurwen’s opinion anyway. Her thoughts were still similar - the audacity and all. Unforgivable. So there was that at least, and the fact that Eurwen was close to figuring out these questions were more than the casual, curious inclinations of a random passerby without Eyas’s help at all.
“Oh, well,” She huffed casually, “you know how those mythical types love to play their games the long way. Only some of us don’t always have that leisure time.” She shook her head a bit, kind of wistful and remorseful as Eyas shuffled carefully into the water. Clouds of brown silt and caked on mud broke free from her legs, washed away by the swift-flowing current. The deeper she sank the heavier the cloud became, until her shoulders and hips were nearly under but not quite. Her wings were sodden and submerged, but they stayed aloft and steadied her against the onslaught of the River’s tug. “Personally, I think our world’s just lacking a few heroes now, don’t you?” Eyas turned in the churning water to face the shore again.
It was getting too dark to clearly make out Eurwen’s coat color, but the faint outline of her body still seemed to flicker on the banks. “I can sense you like to stand up for the little guy - or gal, so be it. Why not you? I certainly pegged you for one at first glance.”
EYAS
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