-- I don't know where you're going
but do you got room for one more troubled soul?
From the day she was born, her legs itched with wanderlust. She was a beautiful mixture of her parents. She has the insatiable urge to move, like her mother, but the social desire of her father to not just see the sights, but to befriend every soul along the way. Beqanna was an open book for her, and it did not end in Hyaline. Her goal was to know every secret that the land held, and once she accomplished that she would move elsewhere. She knows that the Outlands existed; her mother had told her stories, of what memories she had anyway. Briseis had meant them as a warning, but of course, Chryseis took it as a challenge.
The river was not the most exciting place, if only because she’s been here so many times. It was fairly close to home, however, and it was a good place to start in her search for a kelpie. She was quite certain none lived in Hyalines lake, and she specifically remembers her father mentioning sharks in the river the day he had taught her to swim. She still isn’t sure how, exactly, she’s going to attract a kelpie, but she supposes the idea will come to her soon. For now, she was trotting easily across the grassy hills, enjoying the milder terrain compared to her mountain home. The sun was warm, the rays cascading across her silver-black back, her raven mane bouncing with each vibrant step. Her warm brown eyes scan around her, and that’s when she sees the colt wading at the edge of the river.
Without a moments hesitation she bounds forward, a bright smile already beaming across her face. Her legs were still a little too long for her yearling body but slowly she was growing into them, her movements having lost most of its baby clumsiness. ”Hi!” Of course she does not stop to gauge whether the colt seemed friendly or not. No, she steps right into the water next to him, tilting her gold-blazed head towards him as she asks quite seriously, ”Have you seen any kelpies? I need to find one.” Her tone was so matter of fact that you would be hard pressed to doubt that a yearling filly was indeed in need of a kelpie.
From the corner of her eye there is a flash of light, and immediately she sees a familiar face. As always, she ignores that strange fluttery feeling she gets when she sees him, but mainly she is distracted by the light he seemed to just emit from nowhere. ”Rhaegor!” She is careful to not seem too excited at his presence, but still she exits the river’s edge, abandoning the other colt for a moment as she moves to greet him. She bumps her dainty muzzle against his shoulder, before she asks excitedly, ”Want to help me find a kelpie? I was just asking, um...oh no, I always do this.” A frustrated sigh is blasted between her lips, turning back to the buckskin colt. ”What was your name? I’m Chryseis and this —“ she pauses to gesture towards the colt next to her, ”is Rhaegor. We’re from Hyaline.” And then finally, she stops talking.
chryseisI don’t know where I’m going,
but I don’t think I’m coming home
leilan x briseis
but do you got room for one more troubled soul?
From the day she was born, her legs itched with wanderlust. She was a beautiful mixture of her parents. She has the insatiable urge to move, like her mother, but the social desire of her father to not just see the sights, but to befriend every soul along the way. Beqanna was an open book for her, and it did not end in Hyaline. Her goal was to know every secret that the land held, and once she accomplished that she would move elsewhere. She knows that the Outlands existed; her mother had told her stories, of what memories she had anyway. Briseis had meant them as a warning, but of course, Chryseis took it as a challenge.
The river was not the most exciting place, if only because she’s been here so many times. It was fairly close to home, however, and it was a good place to start in her search for a kelpie. She was quite certain none lived in Hyalines lake, and she specifically remembers her father mentioning sharks in the river the day he had taught her to swim. She still isn’t sure how, exactly, she’s going to attract a kelpie, but she supposes the idea will come to her soon. For now, she was trotting easily across the grassy hills, enjoying the milder terrain compared to her mountain home. The sun was warm, the rays cascading across her silver-black back, her raven mane bouncing with each vibrant step. Her warm brown eyes scan around her, and that’s when she sees the colt wading at the edge of the river.
Without a moments hesitation she bounds forward, a bright smile already beaming across her face. Her legs were still a little too long for her yearling body but slowly she was growing into them, her movements having lost most of its baby clumsiness. ”Hi!” Of course she does not stop to gauge whether the colt seemed friendly or not. No, she steps right into the water next to him, tilting her gold-blazed head towards him as she asks quite seriously, ”Have you seen any kelpies? I need to find one.” Her tone was so matter of fact that you would be hard pressed to doubt that a yearling filly was indeed in need of a kelpie.
From the corner of her eye there is a flash of light, and immediately she sees a familiar face. As always, she ignores that strange fluttery feeling she gets when she sees him, but mainly she is distracted by the light he seemed to just emit from nowhere. ”Rhaegor!” She is careful to not seem too excited at his presence, but still she exits the river’s edge, abandoning the other colt for a moment as she moves to greet him. She bumps her dainty muzzle against his shoulder, before she asks excitedly, ”Want to help me find a kelpie? I was just asking, um...oh no, I always do this.” A frustrated sigh is blasted between her lips, turning back to the buckskin colt. ”What was your name? I’m Chryseis and this —“ she pauses to gesture towards the colt next to her, ”is Rhaegor. We’re from Hyaline.” And then finally, she stops talking.
but I don’t think I’m coming home
leilan x briseis
@[Absenthium]
@[Rhaegor]