on and on we go; marlyn/any

[Ea]

now you're staring at a queen.

Sylva is a long trek from Ischia. Most places are, to be fair -- it’s part of what made Ea love the island. Though she'd always been comfortable in a crowd, speaking easily to large groups, she has always preferred to be alone. It was easy to be alone in Ischia, too; so many of their residents got lost in the island’s jungle beauty. She’s finally stopped comparing it to the Dale, at least, and started taking in the land as it is.

Sylva is beautiful, too, Ea thinks as she comes upon the land’s border -- a forest of golds and reds despite it being spring in Beqanna. She’s heard that Kreios and Ygritte have landed here, thus her decision to make it her first stop of official Ischian business. The only other land she'd heard anything about was Nerine, where'd the members there had been recreating the Amazons. It would probably be her next stop, though she realized she likely didn't know anyone there anymore. For now, Sylva was Ea’s safest bet.

The silver girl lets out a call then, loud and confident. Even as a young girl, Ea had always had a regal air about her -- Scorch had taught her how to hold herself: head held high, but not so high as to appear snobbish and walk slowly, with confidence and purpose. She was a natural.

[Marlyn]

Sylva remained as it had since her father and mother had established their home. It was vast and heavy with life, the trees seems to reach to the sky, daring it to crack open and rain down it's fury. The weight of the kingdom now rest on her young shoulders but Marlyn carried the burden willingly till the return of her parents. Thankfully, the land continued to thrive and grow more than it had in months.

The spotted mare had made changes. Yes, some were drastic and some were difficult but she had allowed the old member the opportunity to leave as she did not wish to be unfair in the infancy of her rule. So far, most remained and it made the young mare swell with happiness as she attempts to do her parents justice.

The sound of solid hooves carry through the forest easily. The echoes bounce between the dark, damp trunks and reach the blanketed form. Lobes are already working to absorb the sound and analyze who may be entering her home. Senses heighten and the mare prepares for whom ever sounded the call but as Mar approaches the silver form, she finds another woman before her. A sleek and eye catching silver bay with clear and curious eyes. Marlyn relaxes slightly and even allows the curl of a smile to soften her features. "Hello." Marlyn stands a bit off as to not crowd the other young mare. "Welcome to Sylva, I'm Marlyn." Introductions are always coarse and awkward in her mouth but they must start somewhere so what time is better than now? "Can I help you with something?"

MARLYN