01-22-2020, 12:02 PM
Eurwen
the secret of walking on water
is knowing where the rocks lie
is knowing where the rocks lie
She has decided to be a diplomat and yet she finds herself constantly within Nerinian borders (that is, if she counts her trip to Taiga as the border, since she didn’t venture any further on that day). Today she truly breaks free; spring is near and she finds herself restless. She is an adult, she is a diplomat for a queen who’s scowl may or may not make potential enemies by default, and she has responsibilities that she has placed upon herself - befriend and ally with others: recruit and find more lands to align with.
However, she does not feel up to visiting Taiga again today in hopes of not bumping into Reia; she does not feel like counting the hours she spends in the Field finding no-one, nor does she feel particularly attracted to visiting lands when Neverwhere does not yet have a message for them - other than introducing herself and even that, Eurwen would rather not do today.
So she roams into the common lands as an escape, a day of running away so that maybe tomorrow she can go at it again.
She welcomes the lack of horse-scents, the lack of talking in the distance, the lack of faced pulled into a smooth display so as not to betray emotion. She loathes that part of what most perceive as good diplomacy; having no feelings of themselves whatsoever, to only represent a land. As if the feelings of its inhabitants don’t count - but they count the most, to her. She’s just not like that, she thinks. She can be kind and have emotions and represent her land, she has decided.
The spotted mare watches night creatures scatter from their daytime hideouts, daylight-favouring critters doing the opposite. There’s something strange about the twilight zone, she thinks. Catching the gleam of the orange sunset, she decides she won’t be going home just now, today. She can spend the night here, where the water reflects the sun as much as her mane, the rose and orange colours not contrasting for a moment - hidden in plain light, as it were.
However, she does not feel up to visiting Taiga again today in hopes of not bumping into Reia; she does not feel like counting the hours she spends in the Field finding no-one, nor does she feel particularly attracted to visiting lands when Neverwhere does not yet have a message for them - other than introducing herself and even that, Eurwen would rather not do today.
So she roams into the common lands as an escape, a day of running away so that maybe tomorrow she can go at it again.
She welcomes the lack of horse-scents, the lack of talking in the distance, the lack of faced pulled into a smooth display so as not to betray emotion. She loathes that part of what most perceive as good diplomacy; having no feelings of themselves whatsoever, to only represent a land. As if the feelings of its inhabitants don’t count - but they count the most, to her. She’s just not like that, she thinks. She can be kind and have emotions and represent her land, she has decided.
The spotted mare watches night creatures scatter from their daytime hideouts, daylight-favouring critters doing the opposite. There’s something strange about the twilight zone, she thinks. Catching the gleam of the orange sunset, she decides she won’t be going home just now, today. She can spend the night here, where the water reflects the sun as much as her mane, the rose and orange colours not contrasting for a moment - hidden in plain light, as it were.