09-25-2015, 07:20 PM
She has to admit, she’s been avoiding the field. The idea of waltzing around and whining and dining the homeless of Beqanna does not exactly appeal to her. It’s not that she looks down on them or anything. It’s quite the contrary, she understands well what it’s like to be a foreigner in a new land. It’s just the fact that, well, to put it politely, she’s not much of a people person. She’ll talk to some of the people she knows to her heart’s content, but going through the delicate niceties of polite drivers her bonkers.
But, she is a member of the Jungle and her kingdom, as always, needs recruits. Not to mention that, if she wants to rise to the position of General, she needs to up her game, increase her activity and lead by example. And she wants that position, much to her surprise. She wants it more than she’s wanted anything in her odd, and far-ranging life.
And so, here she is, at the edge of the field, staring out across it for the first time in a long time. She eyes the gathered horses with a critical eye, considering which ones might do well in the Jungle. They need powerful, strong and opinionated mares. Wait … that’s herself. Really, they need anyone and everyone who might find a place in their heart for the muggy kingdom.
Her eyes pass over a particularly flirty mare, surrounded by stallions (probably wouldn’t do well in the Jungle, what with the lack of stallions and all), and settle on a paint mare that is, as of yet, unapproached. Lyris snorts and moves into action. Might as well give it a try.
She waddles over to the mare with surprising speed, grumbling under her breath about stupid stallions. She’s never been pregnant before (and really, hadn’t ever intended on getting pregnant), and her belly is expanding at an alarming rate. It’s making her look and feel like a beached whale. But at least another female can’t judge her for that … right?
She stops in front of the mare with a tired huff, and smiles in what she assumes is a pleasant manner. “Hello there, I’m Lyris!” She spots a dark cloud floating over head and tries to dismiss it, but it stubbornly hangs around. Pregnancy is just making her grumpy.
But, she is a member of the Jungle and her kingdom, as always, needs recruits. Not to mention that, if she wants to rise to the position of General, she needs to up her game, increase her activity and lead by example. And she wants that position, much to her surprise. She wants it more than she’s wanted anything in her odd, and far-ranging life.
And so, here she is, at the edge of the field, staring out across it for the first time in a long time. She eyes the gathered horses with a critical eye, considering which ones might do well in the Jungle. They need powerful, strong and opinionated mares. Wait … that’s herself. Really, they need anyone and everyone who might find a place in their heart for the muggy kingdom.
Her eyes pass over a particularly flirty mare, surrounded by stallions (probably wouldn’t do well in the Jungle, what with the lack of stallions and all), and settle on a paint mare that is, as of yet, unapproached. Lyris snorts and moves into action. Might as well give it a try.
She waddles over to the mare with surprising speed, grumbling under her breath about stupid stallions. She’s never been pregnant before (and really, hadn’t ever intended on getting pregnant), and her belly is expanding at an alarming rate. It’s making her look and feel like a beached whale. But at least another female can’t judge her for that … right?
She stops in front of the mare with a tired huff, and smiles in what she assumes is a pleasant manner. “Hello there, I’m Lyris!” She spots a dark cloud floating over head and tries to dismiss it, but it stubbornly hangs around. Pregnancy is just making her grumpy.
Lyris
I’ll burn this whole city down
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