12-26-2019, 09:00 AM
Eurwen
the secret of walking on water
is knowing where the rocks lie
is knowing where the rocks lie
Salty winds whip up her mane as she moves towards the border; her mane no longer look unkempt but rather like she doesn’t bother with straightening them in the fall season, knowing they will get tangled anyway. Instead, she looks a lot better than when she arrived back home a year ago; a little more prepped for winter season than she was before. Perhaps next spring Neverwhere will stop calling her a bag of bones - she can see the mare’s eyes judging her when she thinks Eurwen isn’t looking.
Halfway, she spots a male in the distance. For a moment, she stares at his movements, just walking towards the heart of the kingdom - but then she picks up the pace and when she nears him, he is familiar indeed. ”Aten!” she calls out to him in greeting, trotting to near him and turning to walk along with him. ”How’s Ruthless doing?” she asks him.
She’s probably safe and sound, she thinks, but she would not forgive herself if she didn’t ask and would run into Brine later, only to tell her that she met Aten and didn’t ask about her daughter. Besides, it seems like a safe opening for a conversation.
Halfway, she spots a male in the distance. For a moment, she stares at his movements, just walking towards the heart of the kingdom - but then she picks up the pace and when she nears him, he is familiar indeed. ”Aten!” she calls out to him in greeting, trotting to near him and turning to walk along with him. ”How’s Ruthless doing?” she asks him.
She’s probably safe and sound, she thinks, but she would not forgive herself if she didn’t ask and would run into Brine later, only to tell her that she met Aten and didn’t ask about her daughter. Besides, it seems like a safe opening for a conversation.