Eurwen
the secret of walking on water
is knowing where the rocks lie
is knowing where the rocks lie
Her call does not go unanswered, and she smiles gratefully at the colt who is first to greet her. ”Hello,” she offers in return. Before she can follow up with a name or a question for one, however, she is greeted by a mare whose scent is as close to Taiga’s as Taiga’s is to hers. The way she speaks, it becomes apparent to whomever listens, that she has been a diplomat of rank in this place for some time now, at the least.
”I’m Eurwen, a diplomat of Nerine.” Any former titles, she leaves behind, as well as her other ties to the kingdom - they are not necessary. She is here as herself, a worried young mother. While speaking, another face appears, curious perhaps or also of certain rank, or both, she can’t really say from his greeting. ”Lilliana being of both lands, I’m afraid I’ve neglected to visit as often as I should have.” she starts apologetically, looking from one to another.
Her tail makes a whooshing sound in the breeze of her own, earlier creation - one, unfortunately, she cannot control once made, and thus, not stop; exactly the reason she had not used any more force. As the fog clears in swirls around the trees, she wonders briefly what else she might find in this forest; what secrets it has yet to reveal to her.
(If only she knew.)
Her attention back on the mare who seems to be leading, the pink-dotted mare focuses her dark gaze on them with a question. ”I really wish to know what is going on in Taiga. I’ve heard rumours of ruckus, and I wish to know if Nerine could still help. I know you’re all set on your freedom…” she trails, remembering the deal her mother had made with even Aten’s predecessor. ”But I really think we are stronger together.”
”I’m Eurwen, a diplomat of Nerine.” Any former titles, she leaves behind, as well as her other ties to the kingdom - they are not necessary. She is here as herself, a worried young mother. While speaking, another face appears, curious perhaps or also of certain rank, or both, she can’t really say from his greeting. ”Lilliana being of both lands, I’m afraid I’ve neglected to visit as often as I should have.” she starts apologetically, looking from one to another.
Her tail makes a whooshing sound in the breeze of her own, earlier creation - one, unfortunately, she cannot control once made, and thus, not stop; exactly the reason she had not used any more force. As the fog clears in swirls around the trees, she wonders briefly what else she might find in this forest; what secrets it has yet to reveal to her.
(If only she knew.)
Her attention back on the mare who seems to be leading, the pink-dotted mare focuses her dark gaze on them with a question. ”I really wish to know what is going on in Taiga. I’ve heard rumours of ruckus, and I wish to know if Nerine could still help. I know you’re all set on your freedom…” she trails, remembering the deal her mother had made with even Aten’s predecessor. ”But I really think we are stronger together.”
@[voracity]