04-30-2020, 11:14 AM
Eurwen
the secret of walking on water
is knowing where the rocks lie
is knowing where the rocks lie
If their conversation turned from awkward to weird to suspicious, Eurwen would be late to notice it. Nevertheless, she hums softly in agreement to Eyas' remark. Indeed, greed is a pitfall; one she had seen many times before. Sometimes through her own eyes, sometimes watching from the sidelines. The spotted mare would rather let go of the subject, however, Eyas' words strike home when she tells her that some like to play the long game. Nodding slowly, she mulls over it in her head - then stores it for later. It is something she will take to heart; sometimes it seems that people have ulterior motives that the rest of the world can't see - that doesn't mean they're not there. Some like to play the long game, indeed.
She wonders if she should include herself in those. But does she have a clear plan for the future? She wouldn't dare to think she would be able to achieve that influence- or want to, in the first place.
That is, perhaps, why the buckskin mare's question nags at her so much. "Me?" A small chuckle escapes her. "What makes you think that?" She'd always thought of herself as just a small stick in the wild currents of life - maybe with enough sticks, a beaver would build a dam and change the course of the river, but surely she was not the beaver in this story. Every little act of kindness helped, of course, but to organize anything on a scale beyond one-on-one? She couldn't see herself doing it.
At least, not now... she hesitantly looks to Eyas. She might stick up for her, but just because she knew how to get back from where Eyas was right now, physically. "Who are you, really? Beyond your name."
Finally, the question of the ages.
She wonders if she should include herself in those. But does she have a clear plan for the future? She wouldn't dare to think she would be able to achieve that influence- or want to, in the first place.
That is, perhaps, why the buckskin mare's question nags at her so much. "Me?" A small chuckle escapes her. "What makes you think that?" She'd always thought of herself as just a small stick in the wild currents of life - maybe with enough sticks, a beaver would build a dam and change the course of the river, but surely she was not the beaver in this story. Every little act of kindness helped, of course, but to organize anything on a scale beyond one-on-one? She couldn't see herself doing it.
At least, not now... she hesitantly looks to Eyas. She might stick up for her, but just because she knew how to get back from where Eyas was right now, physically. "Who are you, really? Beyond your name."
Finally, the question of the ages.
@[Eyas]