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11-25-2015, 01:06 PM
Zandora
Yes, dear, I'm smiling
Inside I'm dying
Inside I'm dying
Aimless. Aimlessly wondering about, all the time. The basin offered her little in comfort, the frigid temperatures and the boring herd meetings and quarrels left her absent from the mountains that she guessed meant home. She hadn't shown her face in ages it seemed, the last thing she had done for the basin was her failed attempt in the threshold. She had missed meetings, missed battling for their god, missed quite a lot, but above all, she missed Ashamin. Whether it was a mental missing of her close friend, or just the physical missing of his painted hide, she did not know. It seemed that her life had become quite literally boring, lacking the very purpose that she sought out Helovia for.
She shrugged the complex thoughts away, letting the cool breeze of the afternoon dance with the purple ribbons and drapes of her silky hair. She hadn't visited this place before, the arabian slowly picking her way through the ancient terrain and ruins that lay littered across this land. The sight of wet mud caught her attention, the trail of another beckoning her to follow. It seemed she had fallen to the lowest level of life, where she went following trails like a hound, hoping for some treasure when in reality, everything that glittered was never gold. It was merely just false hope, sparkling with it's selfish teasing.
Her orbs caught the familiar golds and onyxs of Rikyn, the trail ending in a wet puddle at his feet. She shook her head at the sight of the dripping man, a soft chuckle releasing from ebonite lips. It was such a strange sound to hear, her laughter not one that normally echoes about in her thoughts. She was jealous of his youth, playing in the banks and rivers a glory that was never in her reach. Zandora did not get to experience the joys of childhood, she was born with an expectance to be wise, and even in the 6 years she had lived, she still did not feel ready for adulthood. Realizing, that she probably never would.
"What brings you to these lands?"
"Talk?"
OCC: I'm literally dumb, I thought I replied to this a long time ago, but realized it didn't post so GRRR
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No restrictions on things that can happen to Zandora, please tag in first posts only.
