Ea
08-08-2015, 02:59 PM
Ea has been shaken, momentarily.
Not outwardly, no; she still holds herself with a regality, stoic and strong and a bit arrogant. She would never physically succumb to her worry – it isn’t in her nature. But she is worried. She knows Ramiel, barely, from when they were both just children, but her mother’s deal had never been with him. When she heard that Tiphon had passed his crown to his son, it had been enough to put doubt into Ea’s mind – was she safe in the Dale? Would she still be welcomed? It was no longer about becoming queen – there was no doubt she would become queen, somewhere, one way or another. But things had not gone according to plan, and when things didn’t go her way, she wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself.
But she is here, now, in the Dale. Spring is easing into summer: this season’s foals are easy on their feet and the drizzle of spring is slowly being replaced by the warmth of the sun. Summer had never been Ea’s favorite season – the humidity of the Amazons had been stifling – but the seasons weren’t so extreme outside the Jungle, and she found that more to her liking. The Dale was pleasant enough – a small meadow with a few small rivers, surrounded by hills – but she wasn’t one to sit back and admire the landscape.
She doesn’t announce her arrival; it is long overdue and there is no need to draw attention to it. Instead, she lowers her head, picking boredly at the grass beneath her. Undoubtedly, there will be someone to greet her – all of the kingdoms tend to make a big deal of greeting newcomers and visitors, for some reason unfathomable to Ea – and so she waits.
Not outwardly, no; she still holds herself with a regality, stoic and strong and a bit arrogant. She would never physically succumb to her worry – it isn’t in her nature. But she is worried. She knows Ramiel, barely, from when they were both just children, but her mother’s deal had never been with him. When she heard that Tiphon had passed his crown to his son, it had been enough to put doubt into Ea’s mind – was she safe in the Dale? Would she still be welcomed? It was no longer about becoming queen – there was no doubt she would become queen, somewhere, one way or another. But things had not gone according to plan, and when things didn’t go her way, she wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself.
But she is here, now, in the Dale. Spring is easing into summer: this season’s foals are easy on their feet and the drizzle of spring is slowly being replaced by the warmth of the sun. Summer had never been Ea’s favorite season – the humidity of the Amazons had been stifling – but the seasons weren’t so extreme outside the Jungle, and she found that more to her liking. The Dale was pleasant enough – a small meadow with a few small rivers, surrounded by hills – but she wasn’t one to sit back and admire the landscape.
She doesn’t announce her arrival; it is long overdue and there is no need to draw attention to it. Instead, she lowers her head, picking boredly at the grass beneath her. Undoubtedly, there will be someone to greet her – all of the kingdoms tend to make a big deal of greeting newcomers and visitors, for some reason unfathomable to Ea – and so she waits.