03-20-2018, 06:33 PM
It’s quiet, it’s loud, it’s soothing and rough. It’s harsh and unforgiving, but it also cradles them, protecting and comforting them. The ocean is home now for Hestia, its perfect for all they need in this world. A reminder, a difference. It’s just a complex mess of all sorts of things. She watches rant from the side of her eye. Then she hears Scorch, a tender flame rising in her chest.
She stretches out her nostrils in greeting to her dear friend. It is good to see you Scorch, there is a tenderness in her voice, one that she reserves for a few sparse friends she holds close to her soul. You are welcome to join the warriors ranks if you would like. Heartfire, my General, leads them. She thinks to the other mare that had caught her attention, she’d not heard from the woman in a while. This worries Hestia, and she thinks maybe she needs to check up on her again and make sure that all is okay.
Setting thoughts, and notes of all she needs to do aside she turns her attention back to the situation at hand. Or, you could join my diplomats under Scorch. Currently they are the more active branch as we are establishing ourselves politically in Beqanna. There are so many opportunities about to rise for this branch she is glad to have many of them. Yet she feels the depletion of her warriors. They must begin filling these ranks as well. She falls quiet once more giving room for the other two to speak. They don’t know it yet, but they are going to need warriors soon, and lots of them. Nerine has never been a trusted, nor friendly kingdom. Yet they have been depended on and feared. Should they appear weak now, things will not look good for the oceanic kingdom.
Looking back out to the ocean, her lips frown as they stand there admiring all of beqanna laid out before their eyes. If only they could see what she sees. Scorch is one of the few that can see the picture she holds in her mind. Maybe Rant would also be one of these women. The black hag gives a side look to the mare between the two leaders. Would she be as eager to bring the world in the direction Hestia and Scorch whisper and dream about? Would she put effort into bringing the rest of Beqanna to heel when the time came?
Right now Hestia watches, she watches all she can, notes all that enter her borders, and all who leave. Those who follow her loyally, and those who drift in and out with the tide. She is looking for initiators and those who inspire. Those who can see what she sees. She is watching, calmly, patiently, seeing who it is that will be there to be the rock that Nerine is built on.
She stretches out her nostrils in greeting to her dear friend. It is good to see you Scorch, there is a tenderness in her voice, one that she reserves for a few sparse friends she holds close to her soul. You are welcome to join the warriors ranks if you would like. Heartfire, my General, leads them. She thinks to the other mare that had caught her attention, she’d not heard from the woman in a while. This worries Hestia, and she thinks maybe she needs to check up on her again and make sure that all is okay.
Setting thoughts, and notes of all she needs to do aside she turns her attention back to the situation at hand. Or, you could join my diplomats under Scorch. Currently they are the more active branch as we are establishing ourselves politically in Beqanna. There are so many opportunities about to rise for this branch she is glad to have many of them. Yet she feels the depletion of her warriors. They must begin filling these ranks as well. She falls quiet once more giving room for the other two to speak. They don’t know it yet, but they are going to need warriors soon, and lots of them. Nerine has never been a trusted, nor friendly kingdom. Yet they have been depended on and feared. Should they appear weak now, things will not look good for the oceanic kingdom.
Looking back out to the ocean, her lips frown as they stand there admiring all of beqanna laid out before their eyes. If only they could see what she sees. Scorch is one of the few that can see the picture she holds in her mind. Maybe Rant would also be one of these women. The black hag gives a side look to the mare between the two leaders. Would she be as eager to bring the world in the direction Hestia and Scorch whisper and dream about? Would she put effort into bringing the rest of Beqanna to heel when the time came?
Right now Hestia watches, she watches all she can, notes all that enter her borders, and all who leave. Those who follow her loyally, and those who drift in and out with the tide. She is looking for initiators and those who inspire. Those who can see what she sees. She is watching, calmly, patiently, seeing who it is that will be there to be the rock that Nerine is built on.
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