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07-27-2014, 08:20 PM
Kahlua laughs good-naturedly at your query before happily launching into an explanation. You are relieved that she doesn’t find your question stupid, for you are feeling a little foolish. However, your embarrassment soon turns to awe as she tells you what a Seer does: you will sit on the royal council, assist with trials…your eyes widen at the thought. You? On the council? For a moment, you think that Kahlua must be mistaken—why, you are far too inexperienced to have the wisdom it takes to help run a herd! Can’t she see that? You don’t wish to disappoint her, but a minor position was more what you had in mind, something more along the lines of making the wall safe. You hesitate, unsure of how to tell her as much, when her next words stop you dead in your tracks. “You’ll get to talk to the Lady Moon herself,” Kahlua informs you jubilantly, explaining that the goddess appears to the Seer to send her word to the herd. Your jaw drops, and you gasp aloud. “What an honor!” you exclaim, nearly breathless at the idea of it. So very few were privileged to know the gods, and to have this chance to serve one directly and to help Kahlua all in one fell stroke…how could you take back your reply in the affirmative when all this stood on the line? You bite your lip as the queen goes on, detailing the full list of your responsibilities and adding that the goddess will even grant you magic. The job at hand excites you tremendously, and the rewards are certainly enticing…but are you up for it? As much as you wish that you were, you are dubious. Therefore, when Kahlua’s speech draws to a close, you shift your weight nervously, afraid of what she will say when you express your concerns. It is an awkward confession, but you would rather that your friend reconsider her offer now than having the moon goddess herself find you unworthy later. “I…” you begin, but your halting dialogue is interrupted by the arrival of another mare. You don’t know whether you are upset or relieved at her entrance; at any rate, your confession dies on your lips as you turn your attention to the newcomer. She looks vaguely familiar, and she seems to know Kahlua (no surprise there, you think fondly), but you have never met. “We don’t know what this place is either,” you greet her with a smile, “but isn’t it wonderful? I’m Nasreen, by the way—I don’t believe we’ve met.” OOC: Just to clarify, her answer remains yes...she's just secretly really nervous about the whole thing ;) horse:Colourize-Stock.deviantart.com || bg: Dark-Wolfs-Stock.deviantart.com || wings: Chocomix-Stock.deviantart.com & Chunga-Stock.deviantart.com || image: impassioned-dreams.deviantart.com || table by wanda |
Please do not tag Nasreen except for in opening posts and in spars!
