10-18-2018, 09:32 AM
A sudden warmth saturates her core, forcing her fallen gaze of stoicism to rise with a look of faded astonishment. The trails over Woolf’s shoulder appear to run more freely now, no longer inhibited by the dam of old blood that had once stifled it. Breckin notices, but her thoughts do not linger in consideration, entirely too willing to embrace the air of strange new energy that had suddenly filled her; selfishly she would take it for what it was, and use it to the best of her advantage.
With a head now risen to its full stature and a sharpness lighting behind her dark stare, her ears flicker ravenously, eager to dissect and consume the remainder of the conversation as it unraveled. She spares a quick glance at the blue mare when she alludes to Wolfbane being her grandson. Interesting. But she’s quick to recollect her thoughts again, readying herself for the best way she can present her personal opinion.
“It’s the people drawn to Nerine that makes it home. But I think it’s the foundational ideals that our kingdom is set upon that draws the people in and keeps them. There’s an uncontested power here, and a promise that calls to those who seek to find whatever piece of themselves that feels as though it has been lost or undiscovered.” Her thoughts flit briefly over Leilan and Castile, and then back to Scorch and Heartfire. “And maybe that’s what keeps those born into the Amazons around also, or beckons them back after time away—the sense of feeling as close to whole as you could imagine.” Or as complete as some of them might like to pretend to be, and she was no exception. In all her travels to the kingdoms and common lands before she had made her final decision, Nerine’s influence had pierced the competition, letting her believe that she could make something of herself branded by the Leviathan’s name. And she had to a certain degree.
“We pride ourselves in keeping close bonds with our allies while striving for maintaining self sufficiency and independence should the need arise. And truthfully, there’s much that Nerine has to offer—purpose, peace, both, or nothing at all. Just depends on what your motivations might be.”
With a head now risen to its full stature and a sharpness lighting behind her dark stare, her ears flicker ravenously, eager to dissect and consume the remainder of the conversation as it unraveled. She spares a quick glance at the blue mare when she alludes to Wolfbane being her grandson. Interesting. But she’s quick to recollect her thoughts again, readying herself for the best way she can present her personal opinion.
“It’s the people drawn to Nerine that makes it home. But I think it’s the foundational ideals that our kingdom is set upon that draws the people in and keeps them. There’s an uncontested power here, and a promise that calls to those who seek to find whatever piece of themselves that feels as though it has been lost or undiscovered.” Her thoughts flit briefly over Leilan and Castile, and then back to Scorch and Heartfire. “And maybe that’s what keeps those born into the Amazons around also, or beckons them back after time away—the sense of feeling as close to whole as you could imagine.” Or as complete as some of them might like to pretend to be, and she was no exception. In all her travels to the kingdoms and common lands before she had made her final decision, Nerine’s influence had pierced the competition, letting her believe that she could make something of herself branded by the Leviathan’s name. And she had to a certain degree.
“We pride ourselves in keeping close bonds with our allies while striving for maintaining self sufficiency and independence should the need arise. And truthfully, there’s much that Nerine has to offer—purpose, peace, both, or nothing at all. Just depends on what your motivations might be.”
BRECKIN
call me forward when the crown falls
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@[Scorch] @[woolf] @[Heartfire]