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Through the grapevine - Erthë - 08-29-2016 In the shimmering glow of the predawn light the wind felt almost cool. From the far horizon it floated in, not swift or urgent but with a languid sort of casualness, as though it couldn't quite be bothered to ease the suffering of the mortals that dwell beyond. It ruffled the already messy curls that cascaded down Erthë's neck, and she raised her head briefly from the dry, faded grass that marked the boundary between forest and cliffs. She closed her bleary, red-rimmed eyes and leaned into the breeze, grateful for even the smallest gasp of air that might relieve the stifling, thick heat that lingered like a wet woolen blanket in the forest. Though the ever present mist crept around her feet out here as well, it didn't feel quite as stuffy, it was easier to breathe and far less trying to put up with the constant presence of other horses. Living in a herd had its own challenges. It was hard to keep things private for long, and gossip was grew as plentiful and as regularly as the thick patches of grass by the springs, chewed with the same apparent delight. Few fucks were given about whether it was good or right to say whatever they wanted, and it was nigh impossible to escape from it. Of course, the favorite topic right now was the recent herd meeting. The more Erthë heard about it the more she regretted having missed out on it. Not because she thought she could have affected the mood in any way, but more out of frustration that she couldn't know for sure what of all the stories were true or not. Lyanna had told her the gist of it when Erthë got home, but aside from mentioning objections to Alysanne's ascent to the throne the mare had been quite brief. She hadn't said anything about it being the silver general, Nyx, who had been most vocal. That piece of news had come through the grapevine, bits and pieces revealed until Erthë thought she had a decent grasp on everything that had happened. It troubled her, she didn't like that there were dissent spreading within her family - and she felt sorry for Nyx, rudeness and trouble-making speeches or no. No one deserved to have their name dragged through the dirt, least of all by people who should be considered family. It wasn't right, and as she turned back to her grazing the young mare pondered quietly what she could do about it. There had to be something...
ERTHË It's too cold outside for angels to fly @Nyx RE: Through the grapevine - Nyx - 08-31-2016
@Erthë RE: Through the grapevine - Erthë - 08-31-2016 Speak of the devil and he appears, they say, but Erthë had no idea it applied to thinking about things too. Barely had her teeth clasped around another patch of grass - green but tough, nourishing still despite the crust of salt that coated everything this close to the frothing sea - before the silence is interrupted by approaching feet. Looking up again, Erthë was surprised to see Nyx approach her, and even more so to actually be addressed by the mare. The question however, made her wonder whether she ought to be hurt or amused. "Hello, Nyx" Erthë replied calmly, a note of amusement in her voice as she opted for the less dramatic route. "I suppose it depends on how you define new... I have lived here for a year, just about. I'm Erthë, apprenticed to our Seer. And, I think, a friend of your daughters. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, General." Eyes glittering as the shadow of a smile played over her lips, the young hybrid inclined her porcelain crown in a somewhat formal greeting. It was true that she wasn't among the most visible characters within the herd. Due to certain circumstances, unfortunate though it may be, she had missed out on the past two meetings. It galled her even more now, because if there was something Erthë loathed it was to be overlooked or ignored, and it seemed she had inadvertently set herself up to be forgotten completely. Still, as it was mostly her own fault that this high-ranked warrior didn't recognize her, the pearly little mare took it in stride and vowed to make more of an impression on people in the future. Sidestepping so that she wouldn't occupy too much of the grazing she made an inviting gesture towards the silvery mare, a quiet offer to stay and graze together, if the Valkyrie so wished. "How are you faring these days?" she asked conversationally, as she resumed the grinding of the tough grass. "And your children? I haven't seen d'Arcy or Libertad in quite some time..."
ERTHË It's too cold outside for angels to fly @Nyx RE: Through the grapevine - Nyx - 09-17-2016
@Erthë RE: Through the grapevine - Erthë - 10-16-2016 "Which... ah, d'Arcy, probably, though I had a nice long talk with Enyo the other day too" Erthë said with a laugh, quickly covering up the small take back she had done. Wasn't Nyx the fostermother of the twins? But perhaps the soldier counted them all as equally hers despite blood ties or lack thereof... That was noble of her, Erthë wasn't sure she would have been able to do the same. Perhaps the question about where these precious children were had been insensitive. Though faint, so much so that she would have missed it had she not been looking directly at the mare, Erthë saw the pained expression that ghosted over the General's face before a reply was given. She tried to make her smile warmer to show she understood - though she didn't really. Missing parents and missing kids probably belonged on different levels of worry - and cropped a mouthful of grass as she tried to phrase her words into something soothing and considerate. "I think, sometimes it might be better to stay in one place and wait, even if it's hard. We - me and my dad, that is - have been running around trying to find the other for a long time. I think we keep going past one another, because I haven't seen him in almost a year. If you stay here, they will find you when they come back - and they will, sooner or later, as long as this remains 'home'." Erthë shrugged a bit, leaving it to the mother to decide if the Edge had enough to offer her wayward kids. Perhaps it did, maybe it didn't - Erthë for one had always returned, but it was clear beyond doubt that the horizon would always carry its appeal to her. One day she might get tired of it and settle down within the mist-veiled forest, but until then she would keep wandering. What she had to work on was letting people know when and where she was headed off to, and when she could be expected back. Nyx asked a question in return and the young mare was happy enough to reply, but if the mare had tried to steer the subject away from complicated family matters she was heading the wrong direction. Erthë smiled again but it was a pull of the lips this time, dull and dimmed over by sadness. She shook her head. "No, I'm not. Father brought me here after mother passed away in the Rift war. We lived in the Basin before, but there were too many memories..." Oh yes, too many. And they were all painful, even the ones who made her smile. This time it was Erthë's turn to abruptly change the subject, and she turned it to something completely different indeed; or at least different enough, even though there was a bit of a red thread still dangling. "Say, what's it like being a soldier?" she asked, with eyes that overtly tried to see if Nyx had any obvious scars. "I saw what the Rift battles were like, but that's not really all there is to it, is there?"
ERTHË I’m a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm
@Nyx sorry for the wait RE: Through the grapevine - Nyx - 11-20-2016
@Erthë also sorry about the wait! |