Ea
12-02-2016, 02:15 PM
now you're staring at a queen.
For Ea, anger was a wasted emotion. It would be easy to be angry at the fairies for taking away her home, and likely Ramiel and their children, too, but instead she kept herself busy in other ways. She’d found others -- like-minded individuals, seeking a home and a family -- and brought them together to form a new land. Even though she’d lost the Dale, she gained Ischia, and remained in a leadership position there. She missed her gifts the least -- the strange heat vision and the manipulation of twilight. She’d hardly thought about them at all, really; she’d been so consumed by the other losses. Scorch had taught her to hone them, but after that, Ea rarely used them.
Ea traveled a lot now, swimming around the island and back to the mainland, speaking to as many people as she could tolerate to keep her occupied. Her tolerance was low, truthfully, but it was not very diplomatic of her to share that openly.
She had her routine down.
Find somewhere crowded enough for there to be options to choose who she wanted to speak to: the Meadow is the easiest.
Find someone alone: today, a very pregnant palomino mare.
Approach: wearing a forced smile.
“Hello,” she says, only now noticing the deep frown on the mare’s face. “I’m Ea. Are you alright? Can I help with something?”
Ea traveled a lot now, swimming around the island and back to the mainland, speaking to as many people as she could tolerate to keep her occupied. Her tolerance was low, truthfully, but it was not very diplomatic of her to share that openly.
She had her routine down.
Find somewhere crowded enough for there to be options to choose who she wanted to speak to: the Meadow is the easiest.
Find someone alone: today, a very pregnant palomino mare.
Approach: wearing a forced smile.
“Hello,” she says, only now noticing the deep frown on the mare’s face. “I’m Ea. Are you alright? Can I help with something?”