06-12-2020, 03:48 AM
Eurwen
the secret of walking on water
is knowing where the rocks lie
is knowing where the rocks lie
Beryl’s claim is but a small worry in Eurwen’s list of late; more than ever does she wish her mother was here to talk to, but according to her brother she had lost her mind or had been replaced, somehow. It’d been a maddening train of thoughts that led her to the Mountain, but she had not found what she was looking for there; or at least not that time. Perhaps they’d sensed her desperation in trying to go back to the old days, and thought it wasn’t good enough a reason. The old days weren’t coming back, she understood now - but could she be blamed for trying to keep at least a connection?
Perhaps a next time, with that insight. For now, she must continue on the path of renewal, the things that Lilli had set in motion. Maybe Beryl wanted a part of it and maybe she didn’t, but here they were, each lost in their own thoughts, until the smells of home wafted towards them and stirred a realization in the younger mare. Wen had been about to say something along the lines of welcome home, though a little jokingly of course, but the utter drama emanating from the galaxy-marked girl when she claimed to be a fool had stopped her.
Her deep dark pools of eyes - part of the reason she knew her father hardly visited her - search the palomino’s face as much as the younger mare searches her own, and a small, weary smile creeps up on Eurwen’s face. ”No-one’s keeping you from going back, Beryl.” She’d be free to go search for whomever she was searching for, if that was her goal. But it hadn’t been the goal for the last few weeks at the very least, considering the claim she never even did. ”But I think you know time and the world wait for no-one, and forward is the only motion we are allowed.”
Honestly, she only learned this on her way back, but it is true. She doesn’t know who Beryl is talking about, but Eurwen has her own regrets - ironically very similar ones, in now knowing that her mother was around somewhere, but also not - she hadn’t had the guts yet to go seek her out herself, see what Aodhán had told her about. Roz is a name now ingrained in her mind, marked as something potentially dangerous, but also something she can’t completely let go of.
To that account, Eurwen lets her gaze move from Beryl to Nerine, the wide expanse welcoming her home once more. ”Why Nerine?” she asks the mare sideways. There must be a reason, she figures, that she’s never seen her and yet there is a strange familiarity in her ways; the way she cocks her head or grinned back then in the Field; the way she looks north as if it has the answers but also knowing it will never give them up easily; the way she deflates when crossing the border of Nerine. Yes, she’s home here, even if she has wandered the world first - but how come she never heard of her?
Perhaps a next time, with that insight. For now, she must continue on the path of renewal, the things that Lilli had set in motion. Maybe Beryl wanted a part of it and maybe she didn’t, but here they were, each lost in their own thoughts, until the smells of home wafted towards them and stirred a realization in the younger mare. Wen had been about to say something along the lines of welcome home, though a little jokingly of course, but the utter drama emanating from the galaxy-marked girl when she claimed to be a fool had stopped her.
Her deep dark pools of eyes - part of the reason she knew her father hardly visited her - search the palomino’s face as much as the younger mare searches her own, and a small, weary smile creeps up on Eurwen’s face. ”No-one’s keeping you from going back, Beryl.” She’d be free to go search for whomever she was searching for, if that was her goal. But it hadn’t been the goal for the last few weeks at the very least, considering the claim she never even did. ”But I think you know time and the world wait for no-one, and forward is the only motion we are allowed.”
Honestly, she only learned this on her way back, but it is true. She doesn’t know who Beryl is talking about, but Eurwen has her own regrets - ironically very similar ones, in now knowing that her mother was around somewhere, but also not - she hadn’t had the guts yet to go seek her out herself, see what Aodhán had told her about. Roz is a name now ingrained in her mind, marked as something potentially dangerous, but also something she can’t completely let go of.
To that account, Eurwen lets her gaze move from Beryl to Nerine, the wide expanse welcoming her home once more. ”Why Nerine?” she asks the mare sideways. There must be a reason, she figures, that she’s never seen her and yet there is a strange familiarity in her ways; the way she cocks her head or grinned back then in the Field; the way she looks north as if it has the answers but also knowing it will never give them up easily; the way she deflates when crossing the border of Nerine. Yes, she’s home here, even if she has wandered the world first - but how come she never heard of her?
@[Beryl]