05-25-2018, 06:15 PM
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W ound has never been past the borders of Beqanna. Within her homeland, she’s traveled to many places (Loess and Hyaline and Tephra and the outer, rural fringes) but never has she gone Beyond. The thought pricks at the pieces of her that shy away when others stare at her with accusing eyes. Despite the bravery she’s grown to accept during her time in Tephra, there are still pieces of her that cringe uncomfortably when strangers draw their children closer in her presence.She can’t imagine what that might be like outside of the comforts of Beqanna and in an unfamiliar land. “Beqanna is a beautiful place,” she admits. “I’m sure there are other, equally as beautiful, places outside of it though.” Wound wonders if there are other countries with such varying biomes. She would be surprised to find a place such as Beqanna, with its beaches and volcanos and cliffs and mountains and lakes and forests. A gentle smile finds her face as Erinys returns her question. She has certainly grown — both in size, personality, and experience. “I’m the Head of Peace in Tephra.” Although the words should feel prideful on her tongue, there’s a bitter taste in the back of her throat. Wound wishes that this stranger-turned-friend would find all the same joy and wealth that she’s found since their last encounter. “If you’re planning on staying in Beqanna, you’re welcome to come and visit Tephra any time.” She hadn’t meant for their conversation to turn toward recruitment but this is more of a personal invite into her home rather than a petition to serve a kingdom. Wound smiles again, this time unhindered by doubts. “I have a daughter. Her name is Wishbone.” |
credit to nat of adoxography.
@[Erinys]