[ Respond | Solira: The Ocean ]
Posted by Dazrah on November 30, 2008, 8:10 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]
High noon is upon Solira and the sun beats down on the land lending heat to temper the lingering cold of winter though the effect is barely noticeable. Soon the snow will be melting but perhaps not soon enough. A shiver runs through the cremello mare who up until now seemed unaffected by the cold. A few hours have passed since the end of her meeting with the spy Chapal. Dazrah, as has been the case with nearly everyone she has met so far, does not know what to make of him but would like to call him friend. Not that this means much since Dazrah wishes to call everyone friend. She is lost in thought considering everything she has seen and learned from her few days in Solira, it is not much and yet is an overwhelming amount everything here is so new…so different…so dangerous. Without really meaning to she allowed her legs to carry her back towards the sea and from a vantage point atop a low bluff she witnesses the painted stallion bouncing enthusiastically upon the sand. It is enough to bring a smile to linger in her sea-blue eyes and she watches him as he moves along the ocean front.
I have seen many things since coming to this place, many emotions but true and open joy I have just realized was not among them…until now. That is not to say that the others I have encountered were all sad, angry or something else just they were not openly and obviously happy. Here is one after my own heart freely displaying pleasure and contentment with his surroundings. I know at once that this a man I must meet for I believe from watching for only a few moments that he is an optimistic and thoughtful sort, like myself. He seems at first to simply be enjoying the beach but after an hour or so of my watching his strides take on a more purposeful look as if he is searching for something or someone. I watch as he moves with a grace and determination that speaks of age though his earlier behavior seemed to mark him as far younger. I can not tell from this distance which is the truth and which the lie and will not know until I stand with him face to face. This only serves to interest me more and so I shadow the man.
The pale frame of the mare ghosts along the bluff tops keeping pace with the paint though doing her best to make this seem unintentional. After a time the one she follows comes to a meeting with the corpse king and Dazrah halts her stride, hanging back. She can not hear what is said but this is clearly a meeting she does not wish to intrude upon. There is something about the king of Solira. Though she does not fear him she does not seem eager to present herself to him. Simply feeling his calculating gaze upon her from afar has been more than enough interaction for now. This is not like Dazrah, not like her at all…but perhaps she just desires to make a stronger showing within the ocean land before seeking a personal audience with her new liege lord. Whatever the reason she continues to hang back until the two go their separate ways and then it is the paint whom she follows. It is only a short while after that he turns and comes to meet her as if he had known she was there all along. His words seem to contradict this assumption however.
“That sir depends entirely upon what you mean by “here’ and what you feel counts as long.”
Her words match his in warmth and her eyes look him over with open curiosity.
“If by here you mean the lands of Legend I have been within them for four days time, if by here you mean Solira then my answer would be three days and if by here you mean in this general vicinity following you then I have been watching since roughly an hour before you encountered the King. It is up to you to decide if any of those time frames are long ones. My name is Dazrah and what of you Gecko, have you been here long?”
A playful smile plays across her face as she says these things and it is clear that she has deliberately left the “here” in her question open to interpretation.
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