10-01-2018, 11:17 AM
In retrospect, there was nothing binding her to Beqanna--no direct family, no traceable bloodlines, no significant memories to analyze; simply nothing. Just one of the few insubstantial, unbound wisps destined to manifest an identity for herself by other means. Maybe part of it is what had driven her to calling Nerine home, attempting to fill some of the deep ruts on her life's path with some semblance of a familial substitution. In some ways it had worked, having found comforts in an adoptive family she would not have been able to find elsewhere, and other times, it simply added to her rising frustrations.
Heaven knows she's tried sifting back into her own past like she could so easily do with others now, prodding and testing the boundaries of her empathic abilities on herself. But time and time again her efforts proved fruitless as her searching grasp was met with little more than a null resistance--there was simply nothing there to be found and it made her wonder if there had been anything there to lose in the first place. Such philosophical thinking might have soothed her before, but she found her patience drawn increasingly thinner each passing day. It was frustrating and exhausting and was making her feel inexplicable restless.
Restless.
Maybe not entirely inexplicable. She suspected part of that was due to the persistent stormcloud of worry that hovered above her and the sharp anxiety that cocky bastard had sown deep within. Somewhere, he was out there somewhere. And she couldn't ignore that odd sensation brought on so definitely by intuition that Nerine had yet to see the last of him.
Today the daily routine of her wanderings made her happen across Scorch, Heartfire, and an unknown stallion. It momentarily gives her pause, considering if adding another body to the conversation would be worth it. But the fact alone that the visitor had somehow commanded the attention of both the bald mare and blue laced mare both spiked her inquisitiveness. With a slow resigned blink and several carefully placed steps, that ever curious soul of hers pulls her up short between her Dosh and roaned stallion, catching the few words already exchanged between the trio.
"Ghosts?" she asks, dark eyes sparking a bit brighter in sincere curiosity, "Now that does sound fascinating." She smiles, gaze drifting tiredly in unspoken greeting from Scorch to Heartfire before finally settling on the stranger. " I'm Breckin."
@[Scorch] @[woolf] @[Heartfire]
Heaven knows she's tried sifting back into her own past like she could so easily do with others now, prodding and testing the boundaries of her empathic abilities on herself. But time and time again her efforts proved fruitless as her searching grasp was met with little more than a null resistance--there was simply nothing there to be found and it made her wonder if there had been anything there to lose in the first place. Such philosophical thinking might have soothed her before, but she found her patience drawn increasingly thinner each passing day. It was frustrating and exhausting and was making her feel inexplicable restless.
Restless.
Maybe not entirely inexplicable. She suspected part of that was due to the persistent stormcloud of worry that hovered above her and the sharp anxiety that cocky bastard had sown deep within. Somewhere, he was out there somewhere. And she couldn't ignore that odd sensation brought on so definitely by intuition that Nerine had yet to see the last of him.
Today the daily routine of her wanderings made her happen across Scorch, Heartfire, and an unknown stallion. It momentarily gives her pause, considering if adding another body to the conversation would be worth it. But the fact alone that the visitor had somehow commanded the attention of both the bald mare and blue laced mare both spiked her inquisitiveness. With a slow resigned blink and several carefully placed steps, that ever curious soul of hers pulls her up short between her Dosh and roaned stallion, catching the few words already exchanged between the trio.
"Ghosts?" she asks, dark eyes sparking a bit brighter in sincere curiosity, "Now that does sound fascinating." She smiles, gaze drifting tiredly in unspoken greeting from Scorch to Heartfire before finally settling on the stranger. " I'm Breckin."
@[Scorch] @[woolf] @[Heartfire]