06-22-2015, 01:28 PM
love is a temporary madness...
She has been resisting the idea of her daughter growing up. She knows that her daughter will eventually hold some position of power, but she has been holding on so tightly to young, sweet Joscelin that she has not wished to see that her daughter is growing up. She had neglected her training. She does not doubt that her daughter would grow to be fair-minded and conscientious (she had provided her some training after all), but she had allowed her to run wild and be young, thinking that there would be plenty of time for this sort of training when she was older. But here she stands before them, caught in that stage between child and adult, curiosity and willfulness warring in her gaze, and (to Elysteria’s dismay) almost an adult already.
Regardless, Elysteria has little doubt she will grow to be a fine young mare with a little bit of polishing.
Joscelin watches her father, her interest immediately piqued as he mentions needing her opinion. If there is anything the red and white filly is good at, it is giving her opinion. She listens, concentration clear upon her features as her father speaks. And though she does not realize it, she wears her emotions on her sleeve. Her small nose scrunches in distaste as he mentions the throne. As far as she is concerned, Ramiel is welcome to the throne. She has yet to see what is so enthralling about the business of ruling a kingdom. She does not care much about the title she might have one day either. Another form of boring, in her opinion. When he mentions the Amazons, her pale ears perk up, eyes lighting with interest. She clearly remembers her first trip to the meadow, where she had met Ea (little does she realize that this is the Amazon princess of which he speaks). She had developed an interest in the Kingdom that day, had longed to visit. So when the option to go is handed to her upon a silver platter, what else can she do but take it?
I like the Jungle option best.
Elysteria sighs, her heart breaking ever so slightly at those words. As much as she might not wish to send her daughter away, she cannot deny that this may be what is best for her. Her russet gaze shifts to Tiphon, a mix of happiness and pain within their depths.
“I suppose we should speak to their Queen then.”
Regardless, Elysteria has little doubt she will grow to be a fine young mare with a little bit of polishing.
Joscelin watches her father, her interest immediately piqued as he mentions needing her opinion. If there is anything the red and white filly is good at, it is giving her opinion. She listens, concentration clear upon her features as her father speaks. And though she does not realize it, she wears her emotions on her sleeve. Her small nose scrunches in distaste as he mentions the throne. As far as she is concerned, Ramiel is welcome to the throne. She has yet to see what is so enthralling about the business of ruling a kingdom. She does not care much about the title she might have one day either. Another form of boring, in her opinion. When he mentions the Amazons, her pale ears perk up, eyes lighting with interest. She clearly remembers her first trip to the meadow, where she had met Ea (little does she realize that this is the Amazon princess of which he speaks). She had developed an interest in the Kingdom that day, had longed to visit. So when the option to go is handed to her upon a silver platter, what else can she do but take it?
I like the Jungle option best.
Elysteria sighs, her heart breaking ever so slightly at those words. As much as she might not wish to send her daughter away, she cannot deny that this may be what is best for her. Her russet gaze shifts to Tiphon, a mix of happiness and pain within their depths.
“I suppose we should speak to their Queen then.”
elysteria