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02-17-2015, 06:25 PM
Imogen & Lena
Heartfelt sonnets and songs drifted amidst the summer haze, and her grin softened, her eagerness composed, her rhythm chimed and echoed; she knew of the hunt for purpose, for ambitions, for aspirations, and for goals in life. She’d stumbled her way through the muck and mire, through war and pestilence, had traversed as gypsy, had unfolded into edges and cliff sides, been banished, spun consul, until settling into a chosen venue, a walk of life. Finding and discovering a passion wasn’t easy, and she hoped to assist the newcomer in some way, whether he yearned to twist his way through soldier roots, plant fibers as a sleuth, craft and share as an engineer, or roam his way along valleys, twisting and turning, in an endless pursuit of what he craved. “A pleasure, Karnivool. Rei speaks the truth – there are many avenues to explore.” She’d found her calling through trial and error, because it would never be war (no matter how many times she found her soul buried in strife, in violence), wandering amidst plumes and barbarities until she’d pinioned and harpooned her livelihood into healing, into soothing, into assuaging the broken, the beaten, the damned. Her aria lifted from her throat, bubbling and clear, mellifluous and bright, resolution and determination bolstered and heightened, lilting and longing, hoping to find a way to bestow her sagacity upon the ebony stag. “I discovered my prowess, healing, from experience and growth. I think the more you become involved in this world, the more you see, the more you scrutinize, you’ll see what you’ll want to become.” She winked at the Pegasus (she found she rather liked her; earnest, kind, and benevolent), because the notions and sentiments were for her benefit as well, before riveting her gaze back to the stranger – the unknown unraveling before him. So many paths, so many choices, and ultimately, eventually, he’d find what he was searching for. But perhaps, they could point him in a clear direction, if he had some rumination, some thought, to help him get there. “Do you have any particular passions or interests?” She tilted her head, thought of Rei’s long list, conjuring more regal compositions, playing off of the other femme’s words. “What do you enjoy the most? Fighting? Nurturing? Spying? Crafting? Listening?” Each one held clear skills and noteworthy ambitions. Each one could be utilized and beneficial towards a herd, a home, a brethren, a family.Look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it.
Credits to wakalrus for image, Frostie for table. <3
But be the serpent under it.
Credits to wakalrus for image, Frostie for table. <3
