"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
02-11-2018, 02:53 PM (This post was last modified: 02-11-2018, 02:54 PM by Lavendel.)
Lavendel
She finds it easier to roam the common lands than the field. It broke her heart to see the families. Deep down the girl knew that was selfish of her, but her recent experience with her past had left her defeated. In time she would come to realize the fox had given her a gift. Not many had the pleasure of reliving their past, of apologizing to those they had wronged.
Despite the sigh that escaped her she was happy as she wandered into the meadow, the summer grasses tickling her underbelly as she walked. The splashed girl comes to a stop almost exactly in the center of the emerald meadow, her face turned to the summer sun. The colorful rays warmed her pale bodice, her tail swatting gently at the flies that crowded her beige rump. Distantly she smells other equines, and softly she calls to them. It would do her good to make more friends, it would certainly keep her mind off of her wallowing.
It had felt great to stretch her wings - even if the land was new, air currents were rather similar wherever one went. And from above, the suspicion that Beqanna was indeed an island had been confirmed quickly. She felt more at home here each day, finding the land beautiful and varied, and happy to have befriended Kagerus on one of her first days around here.
That didn't mean that she was happy and had all the friends she needed just yet, though. There was a lot to explore, but as Kage had already told her about the kingdoms, at least she knew where not to go exploring like a total ignorant fool. This is why she had landed in the meadow; not too far from the field, and by the look and smell of it, a common area just like the field had been where she had first entered Beqanna.
For a while, she darted around in it, sticking her nose in flowery grasses and looking around to see who else was around. Small groups of horses, some winged like she, some with other... abilities, were forming, chatting, or disbanding depending on other duties that they might have or families to return to. Soon enough however, she had stopped to look, and after a while, returned her attention to the grass; after all, a horse needed hours and hours of grazing until one had their fill. She enjoyed the little field daisies and dandelions and avoided them easily enough.
After not too long a time, a faint, soft call flew over the grass and flowers, and sure enough, dead-centered, another mare called for attention. Ilma, finding herself at the edge of the meadow, wondered what it is, but it didn't sound urgent to her, so she has found no reason to make haste. However, since nobody else seemed to approach the female right away, the white Andalusian mare did. Not just because she needed more friends immediately, she is patient; but rather because she didn't feel like the one calling out should be standing alone. There's a feeling, that there was a reason for her to call out, and so Ilma's instincts have responded earlier than she herself. When she found herself on the move, she smiled, and when she had finally approached the other female close enough, she outed a soft and warm response.
Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
Lamb smiles as the winged maiden approaches, her gait elegant as she nears the painted girl. Her call is reciprocated with a soft, "Hello, I am Lamb. You are?"
Lamb spoke, her voice carrying across the small distance that separated them. She crossed it soon enough and they were no longer apart. In a friendly sort of way, she reached forward to press her muzzle against the mare's momentarily. When she pulls away she inclines her head to look towards the summer sky. "Quite a beautiful day today isn't it?" She is trying to practice her small talk, if she were to accompany Sabra on future diplomatic visits, she had to be well spoken. In this same vein she must learn to give others time to speak, so she waits to allow the mare time to share her name if she wished.
Around them the meadow blooms in various colors and scents. She is sad however that many flowers she had seen bloom in the spring with Svedka are gone. Replacing the pastels are harsher more vibrant colors that would soon give way to the death of winter. For now though Beqanna blesses them with color and warmth. She returns her gaze to the ivory mare and smiles.
The diluted, splashed female responded quickly, and closed the distance between them to greet the white Andalusian horse. Ilma responded happily, taking in the other's scent before backing away again. She nodded to her second comment, but she would like to answer the first question first, of course. She dipped her head slightly in greeting. "Hello, I'm Ilma," she offered with a smile. Lamb seemed a little bit strange to her as a name, but it fit her perhaps, an adorable little baby sheep.
Summer's a great time for little lambs to explore, she mused, as she takes in the meadow. It's her first time here, though she already had heard about it from description. A flowery field was exactly what it was, or had been in spring she supposed. Still other flowers, the long-blooming summer flora, still stayed, creating a different array of colour than it would have in spring, yet also, a totally different one from what Ilma expected she would find here in autumn. "Ah, yes, summer is beautiful always. As I suspect the meadow is throughout the whole year." she returned. She enjoyed the warm breeze, just enough for it not to be too hot out here, but warm enough not to make any horse shiver due to a sudden difference in temperature.
Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
02-14-2018, 04:43 PM (This post was last modified: 02-14-2018, 04:43 PM by Lavendel.)
Lavendel
"I can assure you it IS quite magnificent year round." She speaks her eyes wandering over the mare for a moment.
"Ilma is a pretty name." Lamb adds with a bob of her head. They stay in silence for a while, the girl enjoying the time to be warmed by the sun. The temperature was always cooler in Sylva due to it's thick canopy, and visits into the sun warmed her instantly. "Do you live around here Ilma? I live in Sylva, not too far from here." It was far, but not to her. She had walked so much in the past few months that nothing in Beqanna seemed to far away anymore. She supposed that the winged mare might feel the same.
This prompted a thought in the still childlike imagination she possessed. Was flight quicker than walking? Once more she supposed it was. She made a mental note to ask Sabra about that later. It was such a beautiful thing Beqanna had blessed them with. The power to be different. The girl didn't know, but her father (whom she had never met) had been different himself. He had lived one hundred lives and she just happened to be a small part of one of them. Unbeknownst to her, she was different too, but not in the expressed way that Ilma just so happened to be. She hoped that all of Beqanna's special children knew how loved they had to be to receive such gifts. Even the children of the land who weren't abstract were loved and had something special about them, most just didn't see it (or try and look!).
02-14-2018, 05:00 PM (This post was last modified: 02-20-2018, 04:21 PM by Ilma.)
A little breeze goes a long way
The white female could almost feel Lamb's eyes cross her body, but she's used to that by now. She's seen - although she has not spoken many - that the horses of Beqanna have different abilities and perhaps to some, a pair of wings if more desirable than having none or nothing that could be seen. To Ilma, this was just a family inheritance, nothing she's earned or otherwise ever been concerned about, although she did remember that her mother and brothers never carried any feathers.
She knew she was blessed with them here, though. So she let the other female's eyes linger without comment, and took the compliment with grace. "Why, thank you. Yours is really cute, too." she offered with a warm smile. She noted that the other female was more of the silent type than for example, Kagerus. But that's just great - nobody is the same, and neither is better than the other.
Lamb then, mentioned Sylva as her homeland. Ilma smiled some at that, Lamb almost seemed to bring it up as if it were part of her personality. Maybe to her it was, but to the non-native mare, it doesn't matter where any one friend lives. But then being able to fly makes some things easier.
"I just flew over here from Hyaline. It's full of young horses and has a pretty lake, but you might already know," she offers in return. She has yet to know if Hyaline is to be her permanent home or if she's just a guest, and keeps shoved under the rug for a while. "Do you know if Sylva and Hyaline have an alliance? I really don't know much about every kingdom yet," she asked with a bit of a sheepish grin. Oh so smooth of her. First name a herd then tell her you're new, she scolds herself internally. Oh well. Won't be too long to get used to Beqanna, she hopes.
@[Lavendel]
Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
It had never crossed her mind that any meeting could be a diplomatic meeting. Though now due to the fact that she did represent Sylva, she must treat every metting as such. Her ears twist forward attentivly and the painted woman listens to her company speak. When the question arrises she must think for a moment, had the two kingdoms formed some type of agreement in the past? "At the moment is is unknown." She smiles warmly, without Sabra she would speak no further on the subject. No need to let something slip to the surface that was meant to be chained away. It was clear the mare was new to Beqanna, and would know nothing of her forest's past. Lamb brushes the chared remnents of it from her mind and clears her throat with a laugh. "However im sure we will be making a friendly visit to your kingdom soon." She knows they will at some point before the solstice arrives, but for now their focus was Ischia and their friendship. "Perhaps by then we will be freinds enough."
Ilma smiles. ‘Unknown’ is better than ‘not at all’ or even ‘enemies’, so she takes what she can and understands that nothing more is given right now; the sentence ends there and then and is definitive enough to come across as a subject best not spoken about so casually in an unofficial meeting. Ah, well. Lamb is friendly enough about it, and the younger mare mentions friendly visits and friendship, so Ilma will just have to be more patient.
”I’m looking forward to it,” she agrees. She feels like maybe she cut the wrong subject to befriend the other mare more easily, so she searches for another. Not finding one immediately, she is content to just enjoy the sun and her newfound company. Her tails moves automatically to chase away a few flies, and she takes in the meadow’s surroundings. Trees here and there offer some shade in the slowly fading summer heat, and she does believe that it is a nice place to visit every season indeed - she’s sure to return come autumn. She’s less sure about winter, but who knows? Perhaps frozen trees in a blanket of white snow will be an appealing sight just as well.
@[Lavendel]
Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
Hyaline was nice enough, and Lamb could certainly see herself coercing Sabra into letting her travel there as a representative of Sylva. She had yet to truly travel on her own in an attempt to build bridges between her home and the ones that surrounded it. However, she refrained from going without an exchange with her queen, going unannounced felt like a line far too crossed for her position.
"If you are not busy I would love to take you to Sylva Ilma."
Lamb offers after a few moments of quiet. It was a friendly offer she thought, to take Ilma to see Sylva. Besides, if it didn't result in anything for the two kingdoms (if Ilma was even in the position to make things happen) it would at least give the milky mare a chance to see more of Beqanna. With a smile, she voices as much,
"It may give you a better sense of what each kingdom looks like."
She speaks with an air of cool stillness. She had met a few who had no idea where they were, and it was no fun to be ill-informed of whose kingdom you had just stepped into.
"Who knows, you may even like it there if you would so kindly join me this fine day for a small visit."
She watches Ilma as she speaks, dark lashes casting shadows upon the planes of her angled face. Even if the woman decided not to join her on her journey home, she still wished to talk for a bit and make friends of Ilma. Friends were always good to have.
Friendship is indeed something that Ilma longs for, too. She hasn't been in Beqanna for long, and although Kagerus will make a good friend, and probably Solace too, it might be nice to know some horses in other Kingdoms as well. One might call it a need for a reason to travel, but the white winged female also likes the idea of having some place to go should something bad happen to or inside the Kingdom that she has recently joined. Who knows if the lake sometimes floods in spring, when the melting water comes downhill? Or a sickness spreads that takes the grass or even some horses, away? No, having a backup, even if she does not really believe she will need it soon, is just something she would like to have.
When the girl named Lamb offers her to show her around Sylva, she happily agrees. "Of course! I'm not sure if I could really discuss our relations, but it would be nice to see a neighbour's home and make friends. It's silly to live just north of you and ignore you're there, after all." she agrees. She chuckles kindly at the suggestion that Ilma hasn't seen all of Beqanna by far. "Indeed! I've only been able to fly over, but that's not the same as a proper visit." she glances up to the sky to estimate the time - she has arrived early, by flight, so they might make it to Sylva on the same day, perhaps.
Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
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