04-02-2017, 10:26 PM
She wore a crown of power upon her head, and the weight of the kingdom upon her shoulders. It was a strange and unique feeling. One that gave her mixed emotions of both the new responsibility she accepted so willingly when offered to her. It was in her stomach, making her anxious, and in her heart, feeling joyful and excitement for it too. In spite of these feelings, she knew it was the right thing to do. it was the right place for her to be. Magnus would not have chosen her if he did not feel it either.
However, she cannot help but think, help but wonder what the future holds for her. Will it be grand? Will it be a complete disaster? Lucrezia wants more than anything to protect her home in Tephra and all those she has agreed to take responsibility of. This time it would not be the same when she took the crown—she would not flee.
She would fight tooth and nail for all of them and her home.
Lucrezia as of late has found herself wandering outside of Beqanna. Her thoughts often disarray her mind. Simply escaping her home for a couple of hours to meadow or field helps her ease her drifting mind. Thus, it was no different on this rather sunny summer day when she finds herself in the open wide field.
The mare allows her hooves to guide her, and maybe her sense for thirst also does too as she heads in the direction for the familiar waterfall that falls into the lake. She knows this field more than others might—she spent a great deal of her time here as a diplomat. Then again, her new position of power and responsibility did not change that.
She would always be a diplomat inside and out.
Lucrezia reaches the drinking hole at least. Instantly her head lowers and her muzzles grazes across the cool surface of water. The mare drinks for a moment, sipping as much as she can in that moment to quench her thirst.
When she is finished she lifts her head up and examines the scenery around her. Carefully, her nutmeg eyes lands on each of the horses that fill the open field on this summer day. However, her gaze quickly stays onto the black colored mare that stands not too far away from her. Lucrezia approaches the mare without a second thought.
“Hello,” she calls out when reaching the mare in a conversational distance. A smile gross across her amber champagne lips as she comes to a stop before the other horse. “Beautiful day is it not?” Her words are warm and friendly. Conversation has always come easily to her. “I’m Lucrezia,” she adds because a name to a face is always good to have but also proper when meeting others.
However, she cannot help but think, help but wonder what the future holds for her. Will it be grand? Will it be a complete disaster? Lucrezia wants more than anything to protect her home in Tephra and all those she has agreed to take responsibility of. This time it would not be the same when she took the crown—she would not flee.
She would fight tooth and nail for all of them and her home.
Lucrezia as of late has found herself wandering outside of Beqanna. Her thoughts often disarray her mind. Simply escaping her home for a couple of hours to meadow or field helps her ease her drifting mind. Thus, it was no different on this rather sunny summer day when she finds herself in the open wide field.
The mare allows her hooves to guide her, and maybe her sense for thirst also does too as she heads in the direction for the familiar waterfall that falls into the lake. She knows this field more than others might—she spent a great deal of her time here as a diplomat. Then again, her new position of power and responsibility did not change that.
She would always be a diplomat inside and out.
Lucrezia reaches the drinking hole at least. Instantly her head lowers and her muzzles grazes across the cool surface of water. The mare drinks for a moment, sipping as much as she can in that moment to quench her thirst.
When she is finished she lifts her head up and examines the scenery around her. Carefully, her nutmeg eyes lands on each of the horses that fill the open field on this summer day. However, her gaze quickly stays onto the black colored mare that stands not too far away from her. Lucrezia approaches the mare without a second thought.
“Hello,” she calls out when reaching the mare in a conversational distance. A smile gross across her amber champagne lips as she comes to a stop before the other horse. “Beautiful day is it not?” Her words are warm and friendly. Conversation has always come easily to her. “I’m Lucrezia,” she adds because a name to a face is always good to have but also proper when meeting others.
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