04-05-2017, 01:43 AM
Marjorie had loved the forests for quite some time. Like they brought comfort to Nayl, they brought comfort to her. It was lovely how peaceful the emptiness of the forests and the towering trees could bring one such happiness. Many say that a solitary life can bring someone pain, discomfort and loneliness. Yet that hadn't been the case for her while living amongst the trees of the forests. "You are right, it really is a comforting place. I haven't found another like it, not yet anyway."
Smiling softly then at the thoughts of the dark forests she blinks away the memories of it, forcing herself to focus on the mother and son that stood in front of her. It is Nayl's next words that catch her attention and suddenly her ears prick forward at attention, her head tilting slightly in curiosity and with it Nayl's slight shrug does not go unnoticed. She knows what it's like. When a true home can't come anywhere close to the one you have been forced to live with.
Even though the forest had been a most comforting and perfect place, it had come nowhere near close to the dale with it's wide open fields of rolling emerald green grasses, large lakes and tall towering trees. Everything in the Dale came in explosive color and it had been a place of peace and happiness when she had lived there and amongst it's residents. It wasn't often that she thought about it, but now was definitely one of those times and for a moment her heart aches with a small sharp pain as it's memory traces through her mind. "I can understand why," she pauses for a moment, trying to think of how to word her own thoughts without sounding too silly. "Differences between a new home and the one you were forced to leave behind can be very overwhelming and leaving you missing the true one." She smiles awkwardly then.
"Though Nerine's charm must have done wonders, as you speak so well of it. You make it sound like a truly wonderful and vibrant place to live." She doesn't mention the majority of mares. She understands that if this mare were from the Jungle that it would be exactly what she would want to be a part of and honestly, Marjorie wouldn't mind that life either. A group of mares can be just as strong as a group of stallions if not stronger. Though it all depended on how united they were and how well they worked together.
It is when Castile speaks that she finally sets her eyes on him, watching as he peers at her with one eye and shrugging gently she directs the conversation towards him. "I am from a kingdom that was here before Beqanna's lands shifted. It was called The Dale and for miles and miles it was full of thick emerald green grasses, and wide oak trees. We even had a dark blue lake that sat in the center and the waters would sparkle brilliantly in the summer's sun."
Smiling softly then at the thoughts of the dark forests she blinks away the memories of it, forcing herself to focus on the mother and son that stood in front of her. It is Nayl's next words that catch her attention and suddenly her ears prick forward at attention, her head tilting slightly in curiosity and with it Nayl's slight shrug does not go unnoticed. She knows what it's like. When a true home can't come anywhere close to the one you have been forced to live with.
Even though the forest had been a most comforting and perfect place, it had come nowhere near close to the dale with it's wide open fields of rolling emerald green grasses, large lakes and tall towering trees. Everything in the Dale came in explosive color and it had been a place of peace and happiness when she had lived there and amongst it's residents. It wasn't often that she thought about it, but now was definitely one of those times and for a moment her heart aches with a small sharp pain as it's memory traces through her mind. "I can understand why," she pauses for a moment, trying to think of how to word her own thoughts without sounding too silly. "Differences between a new home and the one you were forced to leave behind can be very overwhelming and leaving you missing the true one." She smiles awkwardly then.
"Though Nerine's charm must have done wonders, as you speak so well of it. You make it sound like a truly wonderful and vibrant place to live." She doesn't mention the majority of mares. She understands that if this mare were from the Jungle that it would be exactly what she would want to be a part of and honestly, Marjorie wouldn't mind that life either. A group of mares can be just as strong as a group of stallions if not stronger. Though it all depended on how united they were and how well they worked together.
It is when Castile speaks that she finally sets her eyes on him, watching as he peers at her with one eye and shrugging gently she directs the conversation towards him. "I am from a kingdom that was here before Beqanna's lands shifted. It was called The Dale and for miles and miles it was full of thick emerald green grasses, and wide oak trees. We even had a dark blue lake that sat in the center and the waters would sparkle brilliantly in the summer's sun."
I can guide you if you feel blind. I just need you to be willing to journey into my ill mind.
