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09-04-2015, 05:15 PM
It was unusual for the fiery Sultana to seek a quiet moment but she needed one so desperately. Where the long winter had been quiet and soporific, spring had come like the downpour after a drought and it seemed her life would flood with chaos. Her concern began and ended with her family, as is always would, both the trio completed my Mordecai and Einarr and the rest of the desert-dwellers that she had pledged her life and service for. Her daughter had grown, beautifully and strong, but until recently meg had failed to see that the scars of their past still plagued the girl and held her back. Not to long ago on the shores of their home, the bonds between the mother and daughter had ben pulled and tested. If they had been broken, Megaera might not he been able to keep on living but the grace of the Sun God they had held, even if now they seemed tender and raw. In the days that followed Megaera had longed to remain at home, but it seemed the gods had different ideas.
Helovia was growing. Twice now their boarders had been pushed out by lands that had not been there before, and twice a battle had followed when the wild beasts that has walked in the foreign parts had fought to keep what had been theirs. The Sunspear had been at one fight and was still dealing with the repercussions of the second but she feared that would not be the end. The God of Time and the Purple Harridan had had their days but there were four gods in Helovia; hopefully the Sun and Earth would find a better way but somehow Meg doubted they would. If either called her to battle, she knew she must go, but for now she needed a moment, just one moment of peace.
With Gwaihir high above the clouds keeping his golden eyes peeled for and sign of trouble, Meg let herself stand quietly in the shade of the trees. Several deep and heavy breaths brought down her heart rate down and finally it seemed that she was able to clear her mind of the tumult of the past days. She kept her eyes closed and focused on the sounds of the woods around her. They were the slow, sleepy murmurings of a world beginning the stir: the trickle of water in a stream, the birds beginning to sing, and a soft nicker from nearby.
The sultana perked up at the last sound, dark eyes alert and ears perching themselves forward to listen. It certainly wasn’t unusual to meet a traveler in these woods and even if the was tired, Meg had never needed solitude long and did not mind the interruption. Quietly, she moved in the direction of the sound, the sounds of her trot softened by the lush spring growth, until she came to the edge of a more open area. In its midst a roan mare stood and Meg slowed for a moment to look. Size was the first thing she registered and the ever-present soldier in her started to tell her to be on guard before she recognized the softer roundness that heralded new life.
She felt a odd tug at that, that she had never experienced before, a curiosity that so far in her life had been quelled by other concerns of war and hardship. One would think that a mother with a daughter near a year old would not have been so phased by the though of pregnancy, but Meg had skipped that part. She had become a mother to the motherless by divine intervention and though she had nursed a child and raised it, Megaera had never felt a life grow inside her body. A twig snapping under her own hoof brought her attention back to the hear and now and fixing a smile on her face moved forward into the clearing.
The Sunspear was careful to approach at a calm walk, wings folded comfortably across her back; it seemed to her that the mare was already on edge (and had every right to be) and she had not wist to startle her. “Good morning. I am sorry to disturb you but you don’t look as if you’re quite where you ought to be.” She stopped at a careful distance and extended her head for a friendly nod of greeting. “My name is Megaera, perhaps I can assist you.”
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[ooc// Hi there! Welcome to Helovia!!]
Helovia was growing. Twice now their boarders had been pushed out by lands that had not been there before, and twice a battle had followed when the wild beasts that has walked in the foreign parts had fought to keep what had been theirs. The Sunspear had been at one fight and was still dealing with the repercussions of the second but she feared that would not be the end. The God of Time and the Purple Harridan had had their days but there were four gods in Helovia; hopefully the Sun and Earth would find a better way but somehow Meg doubted they would. If either called her to battle, she knew she must go, but for now she needed a moment, just one moment of peace.
With Gwaihir high above the clouds keeping his golden eyes peeled for and sign of trouble, Meg let herself stand quietly in the shade of the trees. Several deep and heavy breaths brought down her heart rate down and finally it seemed that she was able to clear her mind of the tumult of the past days. She kept her eyes closed and focused on the sounds of the woods around her. They were the slow, sleepy murmurings of a world beginning the stir: the trickle of water in a stream, the birds beginning to sing, and a soft nicker from nearby.
The sultana perked up at the last sound, dark eyes alert and ears perching themselves forward to listen. It certainly wasn’t unusual to meet a traveler in these woods and even if the was tired, Meg had never needed solitude long and did not mind the interruption. Quietly, she moved in the direction of the sound, the sounds of her trot softened by the lush spring growth, until she came to the edge of a more open area. In its midst a roan mare stood and Meg slowed for a moment to look. Size was the first thing she registered and the ever-present soldier in her started to tell her to be on guard before she recognized the softer roundness that heralded new life.
She felt a odd tug at that, that she had never experienced before, a curiosity that so far in her life had been quelled by other concerns of war and hardship. One would think that a mother with a daughter near a year old would not have been so phased by the though of pregnancy, but Meg had skipped that part. She had become a mother to the motherless by divine intervention and though she had nursed a child and raised it, Megaera had never felt a life grow inside her body. A twig snapping under her own hoof brought her attention back to the hear and now and fixing a smile on her face moved forward into the clearing.
The Sunspear was careful to approach at a calm walk, wings folded comfortably across her back; it seemed to her that the mare was already on edge (and had every right to be) and she had not wist to startle her. “Good morning. I am sorry to disturb you but you don’t look as if you’re quite where you ought to be.” She stopped at a careful distance and extended her head for a friendly nod of greeting. “My name is Megaera, perhaps I can assist you.”
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[ooc// Hi there! Welcome to Helovia!!]
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