10-29-2018, 01:45 PM
The golden stallion confirms that she has arrived in Beqanna, and Wax’s face grows – if possible – a bit brighter. The excitement she feels is nearly tangible, and she cannot help but glance back at Wane as if for a final conformation. For all this stranger’s kindly smile and handsome face, he is still a stranger. Wane is still her brother, even if he is not the brother she had been expecting to find. He does’nt deny this, and so the green-eyed girl looks back toward Magnus.
The buckskin stallion asks if she is from elsewhere and she begins to nod, only to be surprised by the sound of laughter from beside her. The winged mare also welcomes Wax to the Field, and she is distracted from answering the stallion by the flood of words from the pale mare. Wax, ever easily enchanted, enjoys the opportunity to look at the pegasus and her lovely bright wings. She wants to touch them, she decides, and probably also the soft curve of Ilma from Hyaline’s shoulder as well.
Wax grins, a disarmingly easy smile, and keeps her eyes affixed on Ilma. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ilma.” Replies the chestnut mare who – despite her flirtation with the Hyalinian is still equally appreciative of the buckskin Magnus who she turns back to as her brother speaks. (Her brother, of course, is as about as appealing to Wax as a dead tree, because unlike the Covelings these twins have perfectly normal psyches). This is just in time to see that Wane is staring appreciatively at the other mare, and Wax does not attempt hide her rolling eyes.
The announcement that she is to be an aunt is startling, and it drives all other thoughts from her head. Wax blinks her emerald eyes once, then again, and finally repeats: “An…egg?”
They had known Beqanna to be a strange place when they had set out their plans to come here. There were all sorts of magics and oddities. That was to be expected. An egg, though. That was not at all what she had been expecting.
“This I have to see.” Says the flaxen haired mare. “Forgive me Magnus, Ilma from Hyaline, but I’m sure you understand.” They might not, of course, but who is she to presume? Perhaps all children born in Beqanna are hatched from eggs, and that is why Mother and Father had left it shores in favor of a more mammalian life. “I’d like to see you both again, but I have to go with Wane now.”
She nods decisively, and then meets her twin’s gaze, ready to follow him to wherever this egg might be.
ooc: basically wrapping up but she will come visit hyaline and tephra in the future before deciding where to settle down
@[Magnus]
@[Wane]
@[Ilma]
The buckskin stallion asks if she is from elsewhere and she begins to nod, only to be surprised by the sound of laughter from beside her. The winged mare also welcomes Wax to the Field, and she is distracted from answering the stallion by the flood of words from the pale mare. Wax, ever easily enchanted, enjoys the opportunity to look at the pegasus and her lovely bright wings. She wants to touch them, she decides, and probably also the soft curve of Ilma from Hyaline’s shoulder as well.
Wax grins, a disarmingly easy smile, and keeps her eyes affixed on Ilma. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ilma.” Replies the chestnut mare who – despite her flirtation with the Hyalinian is still equally appreciative of the buckskin Magnus who she turns back to as her brother speaks. (Her brother, of course, is as about as appealing to Wax as a dead tree, because unlike the Covelings these twins have perfectly normal psyches). This is just in time to see that Wane is staring appreciatively at the other mare, and Wax does not attempt hide her rolling eyes.
The announcement that she is to be an aunt is startling, and it drives all other thoughts from her head. Wax blinks her emerald eyes once, then again, and finally repeats: “An…egg?”
They had known Beqanna to be a strange place when they had set out their plans to come here. There were all sorts of magics and oddities. That was to be expected. An egg, though. That was not at all what she had been expecting.
“This I have to see.” Says the flaxen haired mare. “Forgive me Magnus, Ilma from Hyaline, but I’m sure you understand.” They might not, of course, but who is she to presume? Perhaps all children born in Beqanna are hatched from eggs, and that is why Mother and Father had left it shores in favor of a more mammalian life. “I’d like to see you both again, but I have to go with Wane now.”
She nods decisively, and then meets her twin’s gaze, ready to follow him to wherever this egg might be.
ooc: basically wrapping up but she will come visit hyaline and tephra in the future before deciding where to settle down
@[Magnus]
@[Wane]
@[Ilma]