02-16-2018, 11:31 PM
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there...
dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before...
Loving with a love that was more than love
- Edgar Allen Poe
Her quiet approach brings reactions from both mares. Just as she had desired, they express more than they would have if she had gone through the formal rituals that most do in the field; with flowery apologies and stumbling over themselves as they rudely interrupt. The brightly colored filly continues in her drawl at first not noticing the newcomer. Hestia almost smiles at this, out here recruiting isn’t a friendly sport, the battle being of witty words and quick perception. She wonders if the other one has noticed the lack of perception on this young lady’s part? When the one finally does take a break, she notices Hestia and offers a greeting. Hestia responds with a nod of acknowledgement. Never does she have ill will towards those here performing their jobs, for that is exactly what they are doing just their regular job. However, she will be vicious in her effort, and leave no stone unturned in her wake as she lures the recruits to the one place that matters to her in this world.
As they chatter back and forth while Hestia takes note of the looks and pointed remarks. Think she’s hinting to something? The sour voice mules over what she could possibly be implying… IF, she is implying anything at all. Of course, Hestia knows she is, and if anything was going to amuse her this day. This woman would be it. She could practically see the puppet strings being plucked, attempting to make them dance for her. The green and black creature speaks of monarchs as something to be scorned. This perks her curiosity, why be in search of a kingdom if that is your perception of them? The voice vomits her thoughts loudly in her head. She sees the gesture that requests a name. A name she will not give just yet. Her ears flicking to attention instead with humor in her eyes. Letting them know that she knows what they want out of her. Normally it’s the first thing out of her maw, but lately she’s been dreading the spouting of her name, it makes others act differently now. She misses being able to toy with others ignorance.
A laugh, please share what is so amusing? as quiet as her words are, her voice carries. It doesn’t matter if she whispers, or if she yells, it always carries. After some banter a question is posed to her. The question that they all ask at some point in these rituals. Nerine is many different things, to many different creatures. You would need to see her for yourself to comprehend her. It’s not the response the other looks for and Hestia knows this. All in good time. After more banter she askes the most pressing question on her mind. What is your definition of a true kingdom? She mocked the kingdoms earlier, without knowing how this world works. She comes here searching for a home yet does not want the structure of one? a walking contradiction in her book; and she likes it. No smile ghosts her lips, no approval nor disapproval. Simple observations and banter as the woman pulls the puppet strings of the filly, and the brightly colored lady dances for the black and green recruit. Hestia won’t, she never has, and never will.
As they chatter back and forth while Hestia takes note of the looks and pointed remarks. Think she’s hinting to something? The sour voice mules over what she could possibly be implying… IF, she is implying anything at all. Of course, Hestia knows she is, and if anything was going to amuse her this day. This woman would be it. She could practically see the puppet strings being plucked, attempting to make them dance for her. The green and black creature speaks of monarchs as something to be scorned. This perks her curiosity, why be in search of a kingdom if that is your perception of them? The voice vomits her thoughts loudly in her head. She sees the gesture that requests a name. A name she will not give just yet. Her ears flicking to attention instead with humor in her eyes. Letting them know that she knows what they want out of her. Normally it’s the first thing out of her maw, but lately she’s been dreading the spouting of her name, it makes others act differently now. She misses being able to toy with others ignorance.
A laugh, please share what is so amusing? as quiet as her words are, her voice carries. It doesn’t matter if she whispers, or if she yells, it always carries. After some banter a question is posed to her. The question that they all ask at some point in these rituals. Nerine is many different things, to many different creatures. You would need to see her for yourself to comprehend her. It’s not the response the other looks for and Hestia knows this. All in good time. After more banter she askes the most pressing question on her mind. What is your definition of a true kingdom? She mocked the kingdoms earlier, without knowing how this world works. She comes here searching for a home yet does not want the structure of one? a walking contradiction in her book; and she likes it. No smile ghosts her lips, no approval nor disapproval. Simple observations and banter as the woman pulls the puppet strings of the filly, and the brightly colored lady dances for the black and green recruit. Hestia won’t, she never has, and never will.
Hestia
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