[open] A Rose In The Rain [ Warship/Chamberlings]

[Nymphetamine]

Nymphetamine

 The shock was wearing off, but only slightly so. Beqanna had called back her land, her magic, and gifts. She had reset all of her nations to their humble beginnings; had grown tired of the kingdoms’ bickering, and destruction. She had taken the kingdoms away and everyone was without a home, forced to regroup, forced to come to new terms. The blood bay thought of this morning, his time spent keeping the Chamberlings safe, and how there was no Chamber left to protect to work for. Did he want to call them together, bring the people he knew back together? Or should he move to make a new family, find those that he wanted to keep around, and grow a new diverse group? There were so many options and it was much to take into account. In reality, he worked for chamber because of Killdare. Nymphetamine knew this, so did there was a question of what would be best for him in the end. 

The thought of what to do and the constant replay of the day’s events made Nymph’s head spin. He made his way from the mountain to the meadow, one of the only places left untouched by the events of the day. The flat rolling grasslands of Beqanna were a welcomed sight after the long and trying day. It was much more active than normal, but considering all the Beqanna was a bit of a tizzy, it was understandable. Nymphetamine scanned those around him, some looked familiar, but no one held a face of someone he felt he could sort everything out with. So the stood and waited, and watched. Eventually, there would be someone who he could hash it out with, but until then, he would wait.

Like a thorn to the Holy Ones

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