03-27-2023, 04:02 PM
Raea
She cannot explain the emotion that she feels when the shift in atmosphere happens.
She does not know what caused it—still does not fully understand how the magic here works, because it feels different from what she had known in both Baltia and Stratos—but as the water recedes it is almost as if the whole world sighs in relief. For her, she has only known Beqanna as it recently was. She has only known the flooded lands and crumbled kingdoms, and the skeptical, sometimes suspicious stares that her appearance often inspires. There are other water creatures here, she has learned, and a multitude of abilities from the sky, but they had been born of Beqanna’s magic.
She was different.
They saw her eyes, and it was as if they at once knew she was not one of them—the unsettling blackness of them split by silver pupils—just as Stratosians back home used to do the same. Just the same, the Baltians were never appeased by her eyes, staring instead at the sunrise-colored feathers that adorned her neck, or grimacing at the gentle breeze her aura often created.
And try as she might, she could not shake the feeling that the Beqannas didn’t much care for her either. She was an outsider, after all, an outsider from a place that sent their own home into turmoil. She does not think they would care much to discover that she was an outsider in both Baltia and Stratos, too.
Despite her unease, curiosity gets the better of her. Beqanna was vastly different from Baltia and Stratos, and far larger than the deserted island her parents had raised her on. Now that it was not mostly water she could see that it was far larger than she had initially thought, and the realization was a bit overwhelming. She decides to stick to the forest, as it was one of her favorite places—she has never seen anywhere else with trees like this, growing so tall and tight in some places that the sunlight can hardly reach.
Where she does not have to think about the ocean or the sky.
Through the stands of trees she sees the stallion, alone, and for a moment she hesitates, contemplating if she should try to slip away. But she can’t help but to wonder if he knows what had happened — why the lands suddenly changed, and maybe if he knows what happened to Baltia and Stratos. Before her nerve can vanish she cautiously steps closer, the shadows peeling away as she steps into the dappled sunlight. “Hello,” she greets him, her voice quiet and unsure, before she asks tentatively, “Do you…do you know what happened? With the lands?”
She does not know what caused it—still does not fully understand how the magic here works, because it feels different from what she had known in both Baltia and Stratos—but as the water recedes it is almost as if the whole world sighs in relief. For her, she has only known Beqanna as it recently was. She has only known the flooded lands and crumbled kingdoms, and the skeptical, sometimes suspicious stares that her appearance often inspires. There are other water creatures here, she has learned, and a multitude of abilities from the sky, but they had been born of Beqanna’s magic.
She was different.
They saw her eyes, and it was as if they at once knew she was not one of them—the unsettling blackness of them split by silver pupils—just as Stratosians back home used to do the same. Just the same, the Baltians were never appeased by her eyes, staring instead at the sunrise-colored feathers that adorned her neck, or grimacing at the gentle breeze her aura often created.
And try as she might, she could not shake the feeling that the Beqannas didn’t much care for her either. She was an outsider, after all, an outsider from a place that sent their own home into turmoil. She does not think they would care much to discover that she was an outsider in both Baltia and Stratos, too.
Despite her unease, curiosity gets the better of her. Beqanna was vastly different from Baltia and Stratos, and far larger than the deserted island her parents had raised her on. Now that it was not mostly water she could see that it was far larger than she had initially thought, and the realization was a bit overwhelming. She decides to stick to the forest, as it was one of her favorite places—she has never seen anywhere else with trees like this, growing so tall and tight in some places that the sunlight can hardly reach.
Where she does not have to think about the ocean or the sky.
Through the stands of trees she sees the stallion, alone, and for a moment she hesitates, contemplating if she should try to slip away. But she can’t help but to wonder if he knows what had happened — why the lands suddenly changed, and maybe if he knows what happened to Baltia and Stratos. Before her nerve can vanish she cautiously steps closer, the shadows peeling away as she steps into the dappled sunlight. “Hello,” she greets him, her voice quiet and unsure, before she asks tentatively, “Do you…do you know what happened? With the lands?”
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Jesper