06-20-2020, 01:52 PM
Eurwen
the secret of walking on water
is knowing where the rocks lie
is knowing where the rocks lie
There is a moment of stubbornness and defiance in Beryl's eyes, but it passes when she explains about her mother - and of not knowing her. Eurwen's face instantly reflects the situation - more than ever does she miss her own dam, the way she was, used to be; how to search for someone you don't even remember?
Was that it, then? Had something warped her mind?
The spotted mare is drawn back to the palomino when she claims they'd have a hard time keeping Beryl here against her will. Though Eurwen doesn't know anything at all about the younger mare, she honestly doesn't doubt that - she detects the mare's fighting spirit for what it is, and wonders if the only way to keep her would be to turn her into stone, or encase her in it; somehow she thinks that's likely. But Beryl isn't the kind of threat that the dragon-horse once posed, and she can't think of a situation where she would even try.
Her question then, the one she finally asks, finally gets answered. Eurwen had half hoped Beryl might come up with the story halfway, but perhaps it's best they talk about it now, in the presence of the mentioned grey cliffs and sea wind. Ah, Icicle Isle. Her gaze is drawn to the still invisible island north-east of Nerine, almost wistfully so, but the pink-dotted mare quickly pulls herself back to the present day, her talk with Beryl here. "I haven't returned either. I don't know why. Perhaps I know what I'm looking for isn't there any more." She shakes her head. No mother, no sister, no brothers. Her family has floated apart, as if a seam had ripped and the wind just blew the pieces further apart until they weren't attached at all any more. No, she only has her own girls here.
And a father who's running from his own nightmares, no doubt. Not that she'd known as a child, or even noticed when she had just returned, but she'd started to see that over the course of the last years.
"I was born on the Isle, with my twin sister. When we were strong enough to face the Plague, at the end of the summer, we travelled to Nerine and never went back. Mom did, when she had both our brothers, and dad naturally stayed. He belongs up there," she nods vaguely north. "Not sure if it's the ice or the solitude." she shakes her head, turning back to the gold-and-galaxy mare. "Nerine has been my home since. I only left to appease the fairies once or twice. There is no other home for me, even if I'm not a princess or an heir any more." It seems so simple to her - Nerine had fit her like a glove, so why change a winning team? Of course, she'd had her rough days here too - but none that a change of land would have fixed.
Was that it, then? Had something warped her mind?
The spotted mare is drawn back to the palomino when she claims they'd have a hard time keeping Beryl here against her will. Though Eurwen doesn't know anything at all about the younger mare, she honestly doesn't doubt that - she detects the mare's fighting spirit for what it is, and wonders if the only way to keep her would be to turn her into stone, or encase her in it; somehow she thinks that's likely. But Beryl isn't the kind of threat that the dragon-horse once posed, and she can't think of a situation where she would even try.
Her question then, the one she finally asks, finally gets answered. Eurwen had half hoped Beryl might come up with the story halfway, but perhaps it's best they talk about it now, in the presence of the mentioned grey cliffs and sea wind. Ah, Icicle Isle. Her gaze is drawn to the still invisible island north-east of Nerine, almost wistfully so, but the pink-dotted mare quickly pulls herself back to the present day, her talk with Beryl here. "I haven't returned either. I don't know why. Perhaps I know what I'm looking for isn't there any more." She shakes her head. No mother, no sister, no brothers. Her family has floated apart, as if a seam had ripped and the wind just blew the pieces further apart until they weren't attached at all any more. No, she only has her own girls here.
And a father who's running from his own nightmares, no doubt. Not that she'd known as a child, or even noticed when she had just returned, but she'd started to see that over the course of the last years.
"I was born on the Isle, with my twin sister. When we were strong enough to face the Plague, at the end of the summer, we travelled to Nerine and never went back. Mom did, when she had both our brothers, and dad naturally stayed. He belongs up there," she nods vaguely north. "Not sure if it's the ice or the solitude." she shakes her head, turning back to the gold-and-galaxy mare. "Nerine has been my home since. I only left to appease the fairies once or twice. There is no other home for me, even if I'm not a princess or an heir any more." It seems so simple to her - Nerine had fit her like a glove, so why change a winning team? Of course, she'd had her rough days here too - but none that a change of land would have fixed.
@[Beryl] (I think she forgot the age/information gap but she can ask, lol)