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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    [private]  White Knight || {Ilma}
    #6

    A little breeze goes a long way

    As they near each other into talking distance, the white pegasus is not near to any thoughts of beauty or reproduction; he's offered her a question, and she's happy to help. Perhaps it's for the best that she's not into anything like breeding at the moment; her oxytocin levels high, she's more concerned for her baby daughter right now. Still, if she had to give him points or grades, he would rank high enough for her to consider him - come fall, that is.

    However, just like the stallion thinks she's not too bright, she doesn't think of him being extremely clever either. He's searching for Nerine, but apparently does not know or care enough about the rest of the landscape to pinpoint his current location - how could anyone get lost on their way to the utmost north-western part of the land? He tries to safe himself, it seems, by telling her that he thought so, and had just wanted confirmation. Well, she's too tired to give it much thought, literally being drained daily of her resources by a baby that just uses her mother's energy to grow. "You're welcome to explore, of course. Now, or on your way back from Nerine." she adds, again, just trying to be helpful. She has no idea where the conversation is or should be going right now, and it's clear on her features that she wants to help him get on his way. Unless he has something else to discuss.

    He mesmerizes about his tardiness, how to explain to Hestia or at least that's what she makes of it. Ilma tilts her head and shrugs a little; it's not likely it's her business, Solace had dealt with Hestia when she came here, but honestly, she thinks that the grullo male could just have sent a messenger or move his ass up there and be gone. She doubts Hestia would bother with anything else, or appreciate that one might take longer considering how to explain, than just explain. But that's about all Ilma really knows of the black queen; she knows her from stories that Kagerus or Solace might tell her and that's really all there is to it.

    He finally does snap out of his rude way of conversing, turning back to the topic, or rather horse, in front of him. At least he has the politeness to ask to be excused. His name is Arithmetic and then follows a load of flattery. Quite surprised at this, she raises her brows and blinks for a second; truth is it's not the first time she's heard herself be called beautiful, although she doesn't often give it that much thought; it's more that he's late with this flattery in comparison to others as if he hadn't noticed her in the first place, and that he asks for her name while she's just told him that. "Ilma. Like I just told you?" she narrows her eyes and tilts her head in a studying manner. He hasn't been paying attention much, has he?

    The wind turns a little then, the scent of her baby filly slowly drifting towards her. It might be time for the filly to wake soon; then, she will come crying for attention and the conversation would probably be over. She of course, loves the little one, and loves that she inherited her wings; someday she will take to the skies with her and show her what Beqanna looks like from a relatively safe distance. Tähti will never be as lost as Arithmetic. And perhaps, by next year, she may also learn to be a warrior in Nerine - depending on how things develop and if Ilma will ever feel ready to let her baby go. But that is all speculation for now; there's still a man here attempting to talk to her.

    Trying to steer the conversation a bit further and possibly distract the black dun from the filly scent, Ilma nods to the gross of Hyaline behind them, in a gesture that is to pinpoint the rest of the kingdom in a general way. "I've been here since summer. Do you have a home in Beqanna, or are you just visiting Nerine to acquaint yourself with all the kingdoms?" she wonders. He doesn't seem like he wants to stay in Hyaline for long, at least not to her - not when the first thing he's told her is that his travelling goal is Nerine.

























    @[Arithmetic] lol that's fine, they would try to kill eachother if they knew the other's thoughts at this point haha
    Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
    Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time


    Messages In This Thread
    White Knight || {Ilma} - by Arithmetic - 03-20-2018, 08:20 PM
    RE: White Knight || {Ilma} - by Ilma - 03-22-2018, 03:54 PM
    RE: White Knight || {Ilma} - by Arithmetic - 03-23-2018, 05:51 PM
    RE: White Knight || {Ilma} - by Ilma - 03-25-2018, 11:23 AM
    RE: White Knight || {Ilma} - by Arithmetic - 03-28-2018, 10:37 AM
    RE: White Knight || {Ilma} - by Ilma - 03-28-2018, 03:06 PM
    RE: White Knight || {Ilma} - by Arithmetic - 04-03-2018, 08:34 AM
    RE: White Knight || {Ilma} - by Ilma - 04-05-2018, 03:04 PM
    RE: White Knight || {Ilma} - by Arithmetic - 04-08-2018, 06:33 PM
    RE: White Knight || {Ilma} - by Ilma - 04-14-2018, 02:50 PM



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