02-12-2022, 05:11 PM
Mazikeen
Although she knew Myrna and the twins would be interested in venturing to Tephra, Mazikeen left them in the safety of Hyaline. It was going to be difficult enough walking into the jungle kingdom four years after she had last been there - the day she had given birth to her first children and then left them there. She worried that bringing her daughters with her would give those memories more potency - even if there was absolutely no intention of leaving anyone behind this time.
She does not take the same route as she had last time, which is easy to do since there is now a wide channel of water almost entirely separating the west from the rest of Beqanna. Striped hawk wings carry Mazikeen over the water that is bright in the summer sunshine and she focuses on the glint of the water below instead of the nerves that cause her heart to race.
Her trips out of Hyaline over the last few years have been few, and she usually had company whenever she crossed the mountains. Mazikeen’s mind fractures in hundreds of directions, remembering the friends she has not seen in so long, the conversations she had when she was not herself, the bridges that have burned.
It is good to have a purpose to her visit today, it gives her something to narrow her mind on. Last time she had come here seeking a purple mare, and while she wouldn’t mind seeing Wishbone again - it is the current queen she is seeking out as she lands near the border of the jungle. She keeps the striped wings folded at her side, squeezing them tighter than necessary - trying her best not to focus on any scenery that seems familiar and instead hoping to see a certain white mare, someone who had once helped her with her quest. Back when she thought the worst thing that could ever happen to her was losing her shifting.
She does not take the same route as she had last time, which is easy to do since there is now a wide channel of water almost entirely separating the west from the rest of Beqanna. Striped hawk wings carry Mazikeen over the water that is bright in the summer sunshine and she focuses on the glint of the water below instead of the nerves that cause her heart to race.
Her trips out of Hyaline over the last few years have been few, and she usually had company whenever she crossed the mountains. Mazikeen’s mind fractures in hundreds of directions, remembering the friends she has not seen in so long, the conversations she had when she was not herself, the bridges that have burned.
It is good to have a purpose to her visit today, it gives her something to narrow her mind on. Last time she had come here seeking a purple mare, and while she wouldn’t mind seeing Wishbone again - it is the current queen she is seeking out as she lands near the border of the jungle. She keeps the striped wings folded at her side, squeezing them tighter than necessary - trying her best not to focus on any scenery that seems familiar and instead hoping to see a certain white mare, someone who had once helped her with her quest. Back when she thought the worst thing that could ever happen to her was losing her shifting.
@Casimira