06-09-2015, 03:00 PM
The Valley's borders still have the same weary feel to them, the magic a rigid pulse beneath feet, riding into veins like blood and life. Azula remembered things as she strolled, little tidbits of the past -- it is uncanny how certain things make you remember. Even a decaying leaf on the ground, a certain blade of grass, a scent. It sends memories through her mind, twisting and turning, like an old reel of film, it crackles in places. She feels old, old enough to know better, but young enough not to care. That was her mother's expression, she wondered where the chestnut mare was now. She wondered where her father was now. Mostly, she just wondered. Fire and flame twists and turns as she scents the wind change, bringing with it the earthy valley smell. Someone who had lived here for quite some time, and she wasn't just thinking about the valley. His actions were aged, the young one beside him made that all too apparent. She watched, curious, yet respectful (she was brought up well, not dragged up like some. She knew when respect was due.) her flame eyes meeting their double in both his and the young one. And she thought at times she was a special little thing.. Her ash tipped ear turns, catches his words and the briefest of smiles curves on her lips. He has the tone of a grandfather clock, slightly rusted with age but still ticking, still tocking. the young girl beside him makes her even feel old against her young skin, her impressionable mind. Azula smiles, the slight sardonic little grin, it's smooth and unnoticeable in certain lights. "Evening, Covet, Thorunn." there's a deliberate pause on her part, a tail swishing, gliding over her hocks, her flanks, she shifts her head so that her eyes sure the valley beyond. it is derelict in places, barren, and empty, but the soul she still felt beneath her feet, it still had life. even if it looked as barren wasteland might look to vultures. home. "I was born here, some time ago now. I thought I'd come back home. It's seems pretty... barren now." another pause, another long, almost loving look over her old home and she turned back to face the midnight stallion and his daughter, with the twin sets of eyes and shoulders. "I'm Azula." pleasantries, they tasted too sweet upon her tongue, but they were still offered with a neat smile and a respectful incline of her muzzle. AZULA; the orange eyed, weather manipulating daughter of jackal lantern & calcyfur let's burn something |