01-30-2019, 10:43 AM
We got older and I should have known
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
Nerine is so very much a women's kingdom.
It had fought hard against that Amazon image lately, but eventually, it must become clear to the women here that it simply was just that, as it had been clear to him. And it's not that this would be a problem (in fact he's pretty happy for them, that Breckin had had girls). It's not that he didn't love them. They're his family, and his family is home, it's no more or less complicated than that. Some of these mares though... had a tendency to overcomplicate things and then when he asked if they needed help, just tell him to stay out of it. Or maybe that's just his mother... Oh, well.
There had been plenty other mares in the world that had in fact needed a shoulder. The effect of such encounters remain unclear still, but he has an inkling of an idea now, why Hestoni never had left the Jungle.
So he had stayed out of it, either because of his preoccupation with other things or simply because he finally figured out that it wasn't worth challenging his mate or his mother over such (petty) things. Brennen could handle the plague and whatever protection Nerine needed from him, just as well, he'd thought. So much so that he'd moved, even if he never thought that he ever would do that again since coming home. Poured all his energy in acquiring the island next doors, because hey, he'd never actually leave or anything. But it had stricken him as quite odd that with the exception of Nalia, who was near birthing and therefore needed the safety from the plague, it was mostly the men of Nerine living there now. Somehow the ancient division still stood, through all that time.
Despite all that, he still shows up at the meetings. Not because he's politically involved (although that should be the reason, he knows that; he just can't be wholly bothered sometimes) but because she asks. But she's tired, and he knows that, so that she has been looking for a successor doesn't surprise him. Oftentimes he wonders if it's the crown or himself causing her such a burden, but talking to her about it would never be helpful for she would always deny he is in fact tiring to be around.
He can't quite say Heartfire is much different than him, really, but perhaps that means she has the energy to provide the direction Nerine needs, if there's any clear spot on the horizon to work towards at all. He's glad that he doesn't have to do it though. A Territory is more than enough (in fact, knowing how much effort it takes to even recruit people and make them stay there, he wouldn't dare involve himself with an actual leading kingdom).
But again - it's not as if any of this is his decision. At least he knows he can trust his niece. They're not too different, he knows, though they have different ways of coping with it.
Which perhaps, is why, after making sure Breckin is comfortable again after stepping away, he can't help but smirk at the new queen and point something out. "Why, niece, we couldn't object to any of your visions if you don't tell us about them, could we." Not like he planned to do anything, and this should be clear from his body language as well as the mischievous look on his face when using that one word she surely knew he had chosen on purpose... but hey, he can't help but challenge her at least this tiny bit. Nerine wasn't an easy kingdom to lead. She should know she has nothing to fear from him leadership-wise; in fact, she's the one who put him in this position, isn't she? Perhaps not with this outcome in her mind, but that's not his problem.
Relaxed, he waits then - a retort, a roll of eyes, or even pointedly ignoring him, it's all good. As long as no-one is put in any actual danger or he doesn't personally get thrown out, he really doesn't mind which of the girls around here take the lead. For as much as he cares, they could all be queens.
And perhaps that's precisely what defines an Amazon, he muses for a moment.
It had fought hard against that Amazon image lately, but eventually, it must become clear to the women here that it simply was just that, as it had been clear to him. And it's not that this would be a problem (in fact he's pretty happy for them, that Breckin had had girls). It's not that he didn't love them. They're his family, and his family is home, it's no more or less complicated than that. Some of these mares though... had a tendency to overcomplicate things and then when he asked if they needed help, just tell him to stay out of it. Or maybe that's just his mother... Oh, well.
There had been plenty other mares in the world that had in fact needed a shoulder. The effect of such encounters remain unclear still, but he has an inkling of an idea now, why Hestoni never had left the Jungle.
So he had stayed out of it, either because of his preoccupation with other things or simply because he finally figured out that it wasn't worth challenging his mate or his mother over such (petty) things. Brennen could handle the plague and whatever protection Nerine needed from him, just as well, he'd thought. So much so that he'd moved, even if he never thought that he ever would do that again since coming home. Poured all his energy in acquiring the island next doors, because hey, he'd never actually leave or anything. But it had stricken him as quite odd that with the exception of Nalia, who was near birthing and therefore needed the safety from the plague, it was mostly the men of Nerine living there now. Somehow the ancient division still stood, through all that time.
Despite all that, he still shows up at the meetings. Not because he's politically involved (although that should be the reason, he knows that; he just can't be wholly bothered sometimes) but because she asks. But she's tired, and he knows that, so that she has been looking for a successor doesn't surprise him. Oftentimes he wonders if it's the crown or himself causing her such a burden, but talking to her about it would never be helpful for she would always deny he is in fact tiring to be around.
He can't quite say Heartfire is much different than him, really, but perhaps that means she has the energy to provide the direction Nerine needs, if there's any clear spot on the horizon to work towards at all. He's glad that he doesn't have to do it though. A Territory is more than enough (in fact, knowing how much effort it takes to even recruit people and make them stay there, he wouldn't dare involve himself with an actual leading kingdom).
But again - it's not as if any of this is his decision. At least he knows he can trust his niece. They're not too different, he knows, though they have different ways of coping with it.
Which perhaps, is why, after making sure Breckin is comfortable again after stepping away, he can't help but smirk at the new queen and point something out. "Why, niece, we couldn't object to any of your visions if you don't tell us about them, could we." Not like he planned to do anything, and this should be clear from his body language as well as the mischievous look on his face when using that one word she surely knew he had chosen on purpose... but hey, he can't help but challenge her at least this tiny bit. Nerine wasn't an easy kingdom to lead. She should know she has nothing to fear from him leadership-wise; in fact, she's the one who put him in this position, isn't she? Perhaps not with this outcome in her mind, but that's not his problem.
Relaxed, he waits then - a retort, a roll of eyes, or even pointedly ignoring him, it's all good. As long as no-one is put in any actual danger or he doesn't personally get thrown out, he really doesn't mind which of the girls around here take the lead. For as much as he cares, they could all be queens.
And perhaps that's precisely what defines an Amazon, he muses for a moment.
Leilan
no. 7 | ice forged in fire
don't ask me while he's serious and idiotic at the same time bc idk either
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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