Ea
09-09-2016, 02:22 PM
now you're staring at a queen.
If horses were seasons, she too would be winter: beautiful, cold, detached. Her mother would have been summer -- fiery, overbearing -- and her father spring.
Despite her twelve years alive in Beqanna, she still had not grown accustomed to its winters. Ea had also been born and raised in a jungle, air permanently warm and sticky, and she’d had quite a culture shock when she moved on to the Dale, with its true four seasons.
A shiver runs through her despite her thick winter coat.
Even though Beqanna had now destroyed its former kingdoms, its oldest lands -- the field, the meadow -- remained untouched. It had been a long time since she’d made her way to the field -- probably not since she had followed her mother here, once as a young child, to learn about recruiting. It was unlike her to seek out others for conversation; perhaps not the best trait in a queen.
“Hello,” she says, coming across a young plain boy, shivering and looking for something to eat. “I’m Ea,” she pauses, waiting for him to introduce himself. “My home is a little warmer than it is here, though it’s a bit of a swim. Is that what you’re here for, to find a home?”
She looks at him, quietly, questioningly.
Despite her twelve years alive in Beqanna, she still had not grown accustomed to its winters. Ea had also been born and raised in a jungle, air permanently warm and sticky, and she’d had quite a culture shock when she moved on to the Dale, with its true four seasons.
A shiver runs through her despite her thick winter coat.
Even though Beqanna had now destroyed its former kingdoms, its oldest lands -- the field, the meadow -- remained untouched. It had been a long time since she’d made her way to the field -- probably not since she had followed her mother here, once as a young child, to learn about recruiting. It was unlike her to seek out others for conversation; perhaps not the best trait in a queen.
“Hello,” she says, coming across a young plain boy, shivering and looking for something to eat. “I’m Ea,” she pauses, waiting for him to introduce himself. “My home is a little warmer than it is here, though it’s a bit of a swim. Is that what you’re here for, to find a home?”
She looks at him, quietly, questioningly.