The weather began to shift. The light of the sun was now hidden behind a thick gray patch of clouds—the shape illuminated by the bright rays attempting to break through, to be freed. A dark shadow was casted across the meadow as the low-laying storm began to roll in steadily, but slowly. A soft rumble of thunder sounding off in the distance. She watches as the dark grey clouds roll across the sky, hiding the light from the sun. it had been a rather fairly warm spring morning on her way here but it seemed that nature decided to change its course—as did the magic of Beqanna. The soft rumble of thunder coming closer does not scare her. In fact, she waits for it come along with the rain. She knew there would be, or at least the dark clouds looked promising.
This time of year had always been a favorite of Lucrezia and even the meadow itself. This was her childhood playground, her adventure land. It was the place where she had come to imagine what her life would be like when she was not off adventuring in the Chamber or bothering her once queenly sister. Lucrezia tries not to look back on those memories. Her memories of the Chamber and her family are full of secrets and betrayal. She was not surprised to feel angry towards them; it was something natural she told herself. However, she cannot help but think of the Chamber, the Deserts, her family and friends now.
Lucrezia grows weary of her thoughts—it wasn't a good idea. She relapses over her feelings and memories ever since she left the Mountain. Her hatred towards the gods and the heathens that took away her home boils her over the top. She wants to see them all perish in the very end, to tear out their eyes and smash their hearts into pieces. How could they do this?! She screams inside her mind. Compassion is something she cannot feel right now—she must though; she must remember this was a new beginning, a second chance for even herself.
This disaster was her revolution.
The peafowl multicolored mare trots forward. She can hear the thunder of the storm coming closer and the flash of lightening in the distances. Her hooves pound harder on the ground as she pushes a little faster into a trot now. Lucrezia flares her nostrils, taking in the scents around her. The smell of rain is close, and she knows within seconds the rain will come.
And rain does come.
It is soft against her skin, dampening her to some degree she doesn't mind. However, Lucrezia wouldn't really care if she got soaked now. Where she once lived, there was hardly any rain. Where she once lived, there were things to worry about more than rain—and now there is nothing to worry about. The rain begins to pour harder now and the thunder is so close she can feel the rumbling of it. The anger within ever roar it makes—she wants to scream out too.
She wants to feel something, anything—alive.
@[Krys]
This time of year had always been a favorite of Lucrezia and even the meadow itself. This was her childhood playground, her adventure land. It was the place where she had come to imagine what her life would be like when she was not off adventuring in the Chamber or bothering her once queenly sister. Lucrezia tries not to look back on those memories. Her memories of the Chamber and her family are full of secrets and betrayal. She was not surprised to feel angry towards them; it was something natural she told herself. However, she cannot help but think of the Chamber, the Deserts, her family and friends now.
Lucrezia grows weary of her thoughts—it wasn't a good idea. She relapses over her feelings and memories ever since she left the Mountain. Her hatred towards the gods and the heathens that took away her home boils her over the top. She wants to see them all perish in the very end, to tear out their eyes and smash their hearts into pieces. How could they do this?! She screams inside her mind. Compassion is something she cannot feel right now—she must though; she must remember this was a new beginning, a second chance for even herself.
This disaster was her revolution.
The peafowl multicolored mare trots forward. She can hear the thunder of the storm coming closer and the flash of lightening in the distances. Her hooves pound harder on the ground as she pushes a little faster into a trot now. Lucrezia flares her nostrils, taking in the scents around her. The smell of rain is close, and she knows within seconds the rain will come.
And rain does come.
It is soft against her skin, dampening her to some degree she doesn't mind. However, Lucrezia wouldn't really care if she got soaked now. Where she once lived, there was hardly any rain. Where she once lived, there were things to worry about more than rain—and now there is nothing to worry about. The rain begins to pour harder now and the thunder is so close she can feel the rumbling of it. The anger within ever roar it makes—she wants to scream out too.
She wants to feel something, anything—alive.
@[Krys]
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