09-10-2018, 01:00 PM
It had been a while since she'd last seen the stallion that had first intercepted her in the Field. Nearly blind and stumbling her way through in a dazed stupor, he had found her, awoken her, and exposed her to some of Beqanna's secrets. The last day she remembers him was here in Ischia, gathering the island inhabitants and collecting their votes easily to replace Krone as the ruler, all the while she watched discreetly through the foliage. And with the passing of the crown that day, Ischia had begun the evolution into the Brotherhood her own home had become so strongly allied with.
Really, a visit with him had long been overdue. Not only for kingdom matters, but a personal visit as well Many were well aware that Brennen had been in Beqanna for a significant amount of time, and she had come to know in that very first trip to Ischia with him that he had dealt with a fair share of hardships; one of the downsides of eternal life, she supposed. But now, she also understood that his more recent past had been littered with some turbulent upheavals, and she wondered about his well being.
The journey across the land bridge had proven leisurely and uneventful, crossing its length with little more disturbance than the raucous cries of seabirds overhead. He was easy enough to find in the welcomed warmth that was so uniquely Ischia, especially in contrast to the bitter cold of Beqanna's latest winter. When dark eyes trace his familiar winged form, she smiles almost shyly, but the happiness it holds is obvious as it steadily grows in grandeur.
"Brennen!" she calls eagerly, unable to rein in her excitement any longer. It crosses her mind, that maybe she should have a considerably more diplomatic greeting between the King of Ischia and Queen of Nerine. But the thought is quickly fleeting and cast away with the slightest shrug of her pale shoulder; too late now. Stopping just shy of him, her nose stretches out to brush along his shoulder in friendly greeting, breathing in the scent of familiarity and unfamiliarity alike. Pulling back, her head tilts mildly with softly knit brows, though her smile fades to something slightly more mischievious, "Something's different about you."
Really, a visit with him had long been overdue. Not only for kingdom matters, but a personal visit as well Many were well aware that Brennen had been in Beqanna for a significant amount of time, and she had come to know in that very first trip to Ischia with him that he had dealt with a fair share of hardships; one of the downsides of eternal life, she supposed. But now, she also understood that his more recent past had been littered with some turbulent upheavals, and she wondered about his well being.
The journey across the land bridge had proven leisurely and uneventful, crossing its length with little more disturbance than the raucous cries of seabirds overhead. He was easy enough to find in the welcomed warmth that was so uniquely Ischia, especially in contrast to the bitter cold of Beqanna's latest winter. When dark eyes trace his familiar winged form, she smiles almost shyly, but the happiness it holds is obvious as it steadily grows in grandeur.
"Brennen!" she calls eagerly, unable to rein in her excitement any longer. It crosses her mind, that maybe she should have a considerably more diplomatic greeting between the King of Ischia and Queen of Nerine. But the thought is quickly fleeting and cast away with the slightest shrug of her pale shoulder; too late now. Stopping just shy of him, her nose stretches out to brush along his shoulder in friendly greeting, breathing in the scent of familiarity and unfamiliarity alike. Pulling back, her head tilts mildly with softly knit brows, though her smile fades to something slightly more mischievious, "Something's different about you."
BRECKIN
call me forward when the crown falls
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@[Brennen]
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