11-21-2019, 05:12 PM
Eurwen
the secret of walking on water
is knowing where the rocks lie
is knowing where the rocks lie
Being back in Nerine feels a little weird without her mother present, or her sister, or her brother. It is weird because there is no Wishbone, no Scorch, no Brennen that she can see. No Dovev either, but she and he never really spoke and she thinks their personalities would have clashed anyway.
But there is a new mare she doesn’t know; she sees her and she wonders what her story is. And what else is a former princess to do in her homeland, than meet the new people?
Of course, she feels far from any sort of privilege she once might have had; taking after her mother but with a tad of reckless bravery from her father’s side (through her grandmother he would have said), the girl she once was might indeed make a good queen.
At the moment, she is a bag of bones dragging herself through her home, hoping to find footing.
But the bald-faced mare, her face damaged but her skin similar to her twin sister’s, calls to her in a way. Perhaps because she is damaged, too, although Wenny’s damage isn’t so easily visible. Perhaps because she seems to be alone, or perhaps she is just the first she can approach around here.
She’s overthinking it.
”Hello. I’m Eurwen.” she smiles weakly, hoping the mare doesn’t react too disturbed today.
But there is a new mare she doesn’t know; she sees her and she wonders what her story is. And what else is a former princess to do in her homeland, than meet the new people?
Of course, she feels far from any sort of privilege she once might have had; taking after her mother but with a tad of reckless bravery from her father’s side (through her grandmother he would have said), the girl she once was might indeed make a good queen.
At the moment, she is a bag of bones dragging herself through her home, hoping to find footing.
But the bald-faced mare, her face damaged but her skin similar to her twin sister’s, calls to her in a way. Perhaps because she is damaged, too, although Wenny’s damage isn’t so easily visible. Perhaps because she seems to be alone, or perhaps she is just the first she can approach around here.
She’s overthinking it.
”Hello. I’m Eurwen.” she smiles weakly, hoping the mare doesn’t react too disturbed today.
@[Neverwhere] I’m just leaving this here (: