[ Respond | Solira: The Ocean ]
Posted by Dazrah on November 30, 2008, 8:08 pm, in reply to "and it is time again for a thread!"
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[female][7 years][15.3hh][cremello]
[1/8 Andalusian x 1/8 Quarter Horse x 1/2 Mustang x 1/4 Spanish Arabian]
[brood: Rodreé, Esmandreé, Lockeé & Camilleé]
[Solira's jaegers-neophyte][scholar class-unranked]
Dawn of Dazrah’s third day in Solira has come and the pale mare wakes in the snows of the open stretch between the forest edge and the bluffs that over look the beach. This time she did not sleep in a cave, granted she was up for a good half the night but she dragged herself off the sands and up to a place where she could slumber with out the water swallowing her alive while she slept. It had snowed lightly in the early hours of the morning and she is forced to shake off the lingering flakes not melted by her body heat. With a few quick stretches she is off to further explore this world of Solira. The king placed judgment upon her along with the rest of his “troops” only a day ago. She was surprised to say the least that he had included her among the ranks for they had never met but word does travel and she had encountered the army commander on her first day here. Still she would not have expected him to speak well of her. Another puzzle to add to all the others she has stumbled upon here within Legend’s lands.
A second long rest has left me good as new. No longer do I display the obvious signs of travel weariness. Now I look as if I have been here for some time, as if I belong…though neither is true, yet. I love the ocean more than almost anything, second only to the breaths of air that keep me alive. The two day absence of the voices in my head makes me feel more myself than I have in months. This is not my home but from what I can remember of home it, at least the land itself, is very much alike. The wish to make Solira home is a strong one now and it seems the king has given me leave to try. Prove myself worthy and I can stay, that is to be the way of things. Granted I have not a clue how to go about doing this nor what the position of Neophyte that I find myself holding truly requires. So I shall do what I have always done, walk among the people make myself known and liked if I can…not that I have ever had problems getting others to accept me. Every Soliran from the mightiest to the commonest shall know my name and remember me as one of their number.
It is clear that the cremello longs to return to the beaches but if she wishes to meet every member of this vast herd she can not confine herself to the water’s edge. Rather than retracing last night’s steps she stands for a moment or two gazing into the distance, tasting the salt upon the chill winter breeze and listening to the waves connect with the shore. That satisfies her for now and turning away she moves on a parallel path to the shore line venturing roughly a quarter mile from her resting place. Here she stops again and begins to dig in the snow seeking the dry grasses buried beneath. Her ears twitch busily back and forth in attempt to catch any sounds of approach as she chomps on the tasteless stuff that must suffice for breakfast. It is not long before she hears the hooves of another crunching the snow behind her. The approaching one is as near to silent as can be possible with snow to walk through and she hears only because she was listening for that sound specifically. No sign is given that she has heard…no indication that she is aware of the other until he speaks.
I jump as the words break the silence not because I am truly surprised but because I wish him to think that I was. It has been my experience that strangers who come upon other strangers thinking that they have surprised these others tend to also feel that they have the upper hand. Having the upper hand generally puts one more at ease and though I am not the type to put anyone on their guard I very much prefer give my companions every reason to feel comfortable talking with me. His voice has a gruff undertone to it but there is nothing unfriendly in those words that sound so distant though he stands so near. I turn slowly once I have swallowed that last bite and bring my blue eyes to meet his dark ones. Deep with in his eyes is a hint of that otherness that seems to plague this land and alerted now to presence of what Nicodemus referred to as elemental power I see also the latent charge hovering about him. This is something I have encountered before in Alcatraz and less controlled in Aretria but what in them made me proceed with caution in this stranger phases me not at all. It isn’t that I do not believe he could do me harm but simply that I sense he does not intend it.
The pale mare studies the dark stallion for a short time and as their eyes meet he is sure to see that she is deep in thought, analyzing and considering his words, his appearance, his very being. Yet there is nothing of fear, mistrust or even caution in that gaze. It is open, welcoming and overflowing with curiosity, a desire for knowledge and a boundless love for everything.
“I fear sir, that I am hardly Soliran having been here but a few days. My name is Dazrah, a foreigner come with a hope to settle in these lands. What can you tell me of your home Chapal?”
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