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09-29-2016, 11:45 AM
Syrena
let the water take me
She likes the dragon more than Isopia. He tries. Not that she blames Isopia for not trying, because Syrena doesn’t really try. Not when it comes to being polite or learning small talk or whatever. Though still, Syrena tries harder than the Mountain. Their new Czarina stares and blinks a lot, as far as the seal-gray mare can tell. So she’s at least slightly pleased when it’s the dragon that summons her (though she’s pretty sure she hears Isopia bellowing not too far away as well).
She’d stuck around after the God of Earth had visited. A new leader meant (hopefully, if they were doing their jobs) a herd meeting. And lo and behold, she was right. And perhaps a bit pleased to find that someone was actually doing something. She may not actually know what to do with Isopia (they really just are too alike to talk to one another very well), but that doesn’t necessarily mean she dislikes the mare. She just assumes their Czarina dislikes her. Either way though, she seemed like a decent enough choice for their new leader, and at least, someone was actually bothering to call a meeting.
She comes, even though she hates meetings. Staying in a herd was always a bit of a chore for her. Yes, as whole she liked it here and yes, as a whole she didn’t mind working this place. It was just that when the horses here did gather, there were so very many of them and they were far too close to her. No one respected personal space. She’d gotten pretty good at keeping to the back of meeting though, somewhere just far enough away that she didn’t look like she was trying to be rude, but no one was likely to actually come near her or touch her. Like Tuppance. That was still not okay.
When their rather small herd (still too many in one place for Syrena) has gathered, Isopia gets to the point, something Syrena does appreciate. Not that the beginning of this speech is news to Syrena. She’d really like to point out that she spent all Tallsun here or in the Threshold, being not complacent to the extent she could figure out how. But it was pretty hard when next to no one else was around. She keeps her mouth shut though, because now was hardly the time.
There’s a pause, and when the first name is her own, it takes her a minute to realize she’s being spoken to directly. Seriously? They’d noticed her, even after that awful little meeting between Isopia and herself? If you’re fine with doing meaningless work…” Yea yea. She remembers that conversation all too damn well. But somehow, despite that, she is now being asked to take on the role of Storyteller.
Wait, seriously? Because she doesn’t have the ability to pinch herself and make sure this isn’t just a dream. Cause it can’t be real.
But apparently it is. Others are named to various ranks, and she tries to listen to the names but one, she doesn’t care that much even though she should, and two, she’s still a little dumbstruck. “I accept,” she says, after what’s probably been too long, but has thankfully been filled by various other acceptances from horses with names she should seriously try to remember. What she actually wants is to sideline Isopia and learn everything. That might require apologizing, or something, which she doesn’t know how to do and maybe the Mountain the Knows won’t expect it anyway. "Perhaps we can talk when you have a moment? I'm sure you have much to teach me," she adds, trying very hard to be nice.
This was her chance. She knows that, and she’ll do what it takes. Even if that means figuring out how to have a real conversation.
She tries to turn her attention back to everything going on around her, catching some of the mention of Champion and a snarky reply from a stallion she’s never seen before. Newcomer, he says, so at least she’s not just behind. Because there are other’s she hasn’t seen before, and they seem to be less new. And also that stallion from the ocean – oh, poor soul, she’d been even less sociable then. His name….Loratherious…Lotherarius. Yea. That one. Probably. Close enough.
Try, Syrena. You actually have to now.
"words"
She'll go with crafting magic for her rank magic :) I can add that IC somewhere too when it fits - she has no idea what she's doing currently, haha
She’d stuck around after the God of Earth had visited. A new leader meant (hopefully, if they were doing their jobs) a herd meeting. And lo and behold, she was right. And perhaps a bit pleased to find that someone was actually doing something. She may not actually know what to do with Isopia (they really just are too alike to talk to one another very well), but that doesn’t necessarily mean she dislikes the mare. She just assumes their Czarina dislikes her. Either way though, she seemed like a decent enough choice for their new leader, and at least, someone was actually bothering to call a meeting.
She comes, even though she hates meetings. Staying in a herd was always a bit of a chore for her. Yes, as whole she liked it here and yes, as a whole she didn’t mind working this place. It was just that when the horses here did gather, there were so very many of them and they were far too close to her. No one respected personal space. She’d gotten pretty good at keeping to the back of meeting though, somewhere just far enough away that she didn’t look like she was trying to be rude, but no one was likely to actually come near her or touch her. Like Tuppance. That was still not okay.
When their rather small herd (still too many in one place for Syrena) has gathered, Isopia gets to the point, something Syrena does appreciate. Not that the beginning of this speech is news to Syrena. She’d really like to point out that she spent all Tallsun here or in the Threshold, being not complacent to the extent she could figure out how. But it was pretty hard when next to no one else was around. She keeps her mouth shut though, because now was hardly the time.
There’s a pause, and when the first name is her own, it takes her a minute to realize she’s being spoken to directly. Seriously? They’d noticed her, even after that awful little meeting between Isopia and herself? If you’re fine with doing meaningless work…” Yea yea. She remembers that conversation all too damn well. But somehow, despite that, she is now being asked to take on the role of Storyteller.
Wait, seriously? Because she doesn’t have the ability to pinch herself and make sure this isn’t just a dream. Cause it can’t be real.
But apparently it is. Others are named to various ranks, and she tries to listen to the names but one, she doesn’t care that much even though she should, and two, she’s still a little dumbstruck. “I accept,” she says, after what’s probably been too long, but has thankfully been filled by various other acceptances from horses with names she should seriously try to remember. What she actually wants is to sideline Isopia and learn everything. That might require apologizing, or something, which she doesn’t know how to do and maybe the Mountain the Knows won’t expect it anyway. "Perhaps we can talk when you have a moment? I'm sure you have much to teach me," she adds, trying very hard to be nice.
This was her chance. She knows that, and she’ll do what it takes. Even if that means figuring out how to have a real conversation.
She tries to turn her attention back to everything going on around her, catching some of the mention of Champion and a snarky reply from a stallion she’s never seen before. Newcomer, he says, so at least she’s not just behind. Because there are other’s she hasn’t seen before, and they seem to be less new. And also that stallion from the ocean – oh, poor soul, she’d been even less sociable then. His name….Loratherious…Lotherarius. Yea. That one. Probably. Close enough.
Try, Syrena. You actually have to now.
"words"
She'll go with crafting magic for her rank magic :) I can add that IC somewhere too when it fits - she has no idea what she's doing currently, haha
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