12-26-2020, 10:28 PM
Beqanna was full of wildly tangled bloodlines – most boasting royalty of some sort within their long ancestries. But bloodlines were truly not important when it came to this ancient place; ancestors were easily forgotten within this vastly changing land and newcomers etched out their niche in history not by blood ties but by an individual’s actions instead. This land did not remember those who ruled nor who kept the peace it seemed. But those who violently changed its provisional borders were the ones whom legends were created and passed down for future generations to remember.
Isra didn’t really know much of her own ancestry. She was born of two fathers – a spark of lingering magic in the air combined with her father’s shadow tendrils accidently produced her and her sister. Thana had been taken beneath Offspring’s care while Isra remained under Michaelis’ care. Her one father was really all she has known in her life and they cared for each other greatly. But it was time for her to end her journeying with Michaelis and find somewhere she could settle on her own.
“I think that depends entirely on your definition of lucky. Is it considered lucky to have to endure my chatter on this fine day?”
She laughs after this – not afraid to poke fun at herself for she did sometimes not realize when to stop asking questions when her curiosity got the better of her.
“I guess you could say that I am re-familiarizing myself with this place. I’ve been away for too long it seems.”
A dark past did not even remotely plague the blue roan girl. She lived a blissful life journeying with her father, meeting all sorts of interesting people. She didn’t have strong ties to any one land not unlike her father whom seemed content to spend his days roaming the neutral lands instead of scrambling about on kingdom business. Isra wasn’t aware of the turmoil that seemed to hover over Beqanna continuously – ready to ignite into war and bloodshed at any given moment.
@[Yanhua]