still fighting for peace

[PRIVATE] still fighting for peace

Naerys Posts: 86

World's Edge Sleuth atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 4

Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 3 :: Tallsun HP: 65.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Petyr :: Bornean Green Magpie :: Ashen Rottie

09-07-2015, 11:21 PM (This post was last modified: 09-07-2015, 11:23 PM by Naerys. Edit Reason: tagging... )

WE HELD TOGETHER THE FRAGILE SKY TO KEEP OUR WAY OF LIFE

She hardly noticed the flowers springing from the ground around her hooves anymore. They always grew around her - as far back as she can remember and further, according to the stories her mother and father told. Long before her first breath, the large purple passionflowers had sprung around her. Life surrounding the moistened form of the newborn though still filly. They'd thought her dead at first, her first breath so delayed as to temporarily devastate her parents. But the flowers still grew. She understood enough to know that they were somehow connected to herself but she didn't understand the usefulness of passionflowers. So when the stallion's gaze drifted to the ground at her hooves, she knew he'd noticed them. Everyone always noticed them.

She beamed at him when his focus returned to her. The small brown and white filly felt comfortable around this large, black stallion. It was strange, really, that she didn't worry. It wouldn't take much for someone of his size and stature to shove her over the edge of the cliffs. Despite the deep, rumbling voice; he gave her the impression of a big, soft, loveable teddy bear. She would be far more surprised if he did try to harm her. So when he asked for her mother's name, she didn't even hesitate. When she spoke to him, she spoke freely and with ease; as though she'd known him since her birth. "Her name's Alysanne." she answers, pausing briefly. "I know she's still here. She's just... busy." the girl adds nonchalantly, a statement that would have accompanied a shrug of her shoulders. Mother wouldn't leave her behind. Never. She also knew that the odds of her mother leaving the Edge were slim. So slim as to be nonexistent, really. The only question she had was whether or not her mother had kept her position.

It is easier, perhaps, for the filly to talk of the invasion so easily and so relaxed because she hadn't seen the carnage of the battle. Had she been in the Falls during the attack... well, things might be a bit different. Fear and anxiety might be the emotions associated with the mere word 'invasion'. She had watched them leave, watched as they marched out of the Edge and towards the east. That in and of itself wasn't enough to really drive the worst of the situation home. She didn't see the fighting or blood spilling. She wasn't there to witness the fear or anger. Without that part of the experience, Naerys could remain so easily detached from it all.

Perhaps that old saying really is true - ignorance is bliss.

The stallion speaks again, and her eyes widen in surprise. "Oh! she practically squeaks. Here she was, face-to-face with her new king. The young girl has no clue how to behave around kings or queens, so she freezes in place for a moment - uncertainty rising in her chest. "Uh...Sir...no, King...uh..." she fumbles embarrassingly over her words, desperate for the correct term. Flustered, she can feel the heat rising in her cheeks and her heart pounding in her chest. Fortunately, he returned his attention to her flowers. She sighs softly, thankful for the subject change. "I... think so...?" she answers him, gazing at her king and tilting her head in curiosity. Though her answer isn't quite an answer. Her lack of knowledge about them is clear. "Mama said they've been growing around me since I was born." she adds, though that still didn't truly answer his question. Not really. They've always followed her around but did that mean she made them grow? Her eyes narrowed as she lowered her head to more closely inspect the passionflower blooms, as though they somehow held the answer.

Her patience and attention begin to wane, though. The flowers weren't giving her the answers so she snorts at one in mild irritation before raising her head once more. Her face twists into a more serious expression - one mixed with sadness, concern, and a just a hint of underlying curiosity. "Why?" she asks, her brow furrowing with concentration. "Why did they attack?" she elaborates, sorrow creeping into her teal hued eyes. She trusted him to not sugar-coat things like mother did, trusted him to tell her the truth; even if the truth was that he didn't know.

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OOC: you do not suck! <3 so excited for this.

IN YOUR HEART SHALL BURN AN UNQUENCHABLE FLAME