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05-26-2017, 09:21 AM
Her spidey senses are tingling, something keeps her awake tonight and sets her legs to wandering in the evening chill. Nights come earlier now, paving the way for winter with a voracious greed that seems to suck away both daylight and summer warmth at a faster speed than she can remember. The petite gold and silver mare moves quickly through the damp forest, letting intuition guide her hooves.
It leads her to Isopia, which isn’t truly surprising, yet always leaves Yael with some kind of awe in the back of her mind. I do not think my rank will be vacant for long… floats through the air towards her tall ears, and the Sage is taken aback. She pauses mid-step, listening to the rest when she hears Yael has proven to be most useful and wise…, words she’s always hoped to hear, but if she is completely honest, not quite this soon. It seems like she’s barely settled into her role as Sage (whatever that means, really, there is no prescribed course), when what she thinks she wants is thrust in her face.
“Isopeea? You are stepping down?” she inquires from behind the skull-marked woman, brows knit in confusion and concern. She’d missed the first part of the Seer’s address, and so she wonders what could possibly draw the duty-driven woman away. Not only that, but Yael had begun to think of Isopia as a friend, and that perceived abandonment (she knows it’s not, truly, she does) is what stings the most. If insomnia hadn’t led her here, would Isopia had even stopped to say goodbye?
It leads her to Isopia, which isn’t truly surprising, yet always leaves Yael with some kind of awe in the back of her mind. I do not think my rank will be vacant for long… floats through the air towards her tall ears, and the Sage is taken aback. She pauses mid-step, listening to the rest when she hears Yael has proven to be most useful and wise…, words she’s always hoped to hear, but if she is completely honest, not quite this soon. It seems like she’s barely settled into her role as Sage (whatever that means, really, there is no prescribed course), when what she thinks she wants is thrust in her face.
“Isopeea? You are stepping down?” she inquires from behind the skull-marked woman, brows knit in confusion and concern. She’d missed the first part of the Seer’s address, and so she wonders what could possibly draw the duty-driven woman away. Not only that, but Yael had begun to think of Isopia as a friend, and that perceived abandonment (she knows it’s not, truly, she does) is what stings the most. If insomnia hadn’t led her here, would Isopia had even stopped to say goodbye?
Yael
a lover of the light
@Lyanna ?
@Isopia
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