I CANNOT BE TAMED There was something tranquil in the way the sun rose that morning. The glowing sphere slipped over the horizon at a languid pace as if nothing in the world mattered. The rise of the sun always appealed and fascinated the woman on her travels; what consumed this bright beacon to do it's duty? Though she suspected it was the way of the natural world Suriel could not fathom why one would wish to do the same task throughout it's lifetime - or perhaps eternity. The logic at play was maddening if not sad that such a beast had been harnessed, if not beaten into submission. With the rise of the sun the landscape seemed to come alive with the thrill of new song shouted from the cover of the trees while the bustle of the city restarted. It was here that Suriel found herself, stuck in the void between slumber and wakefulness. Calm eyes breezed the scene of the city and took in all that happened around her, from the clang of the bells in the streets to the clatter of hooves upon the rough hewn ground. A sigh passed through pale lips as calm eyes calculated the hulking form of some preacher. Who would wish for a life of servitude? The sun served as a potent reminder to the shackles of slavery. The former princess would have none of it. A flick of her snow white tail told to her mood regarding the very idea of it and she turned away from it's imposing form. Perhaps it was the idea of having duties, or perhaps it reminded her of her time stuck in the old musty courts of Cirrus. Those courts always threatened to destroy every ounce of adventurism in her but Suriel had escaped the iron grip of the court before she was lost. It didn't matter how she had escaped or the why. She felt like a lone blade of grass floating in the wind, being twisted by foreign currents that threatened to overwhelm her. Suriel had it all back in the time when she was lost in the coils of the snake but somehow having it all felt like she had nothing. Now however she certainly had nothing, not even a home to sleep or a friend to call upon in her hour of need. Though now she looked upon her life with more optimism than she ever had before. She was truly free to come and go without imploring to her family. The senseless ramble of the city lapped at the edges of her mind as she traveled, her feet carrying her far from the prying eyes of many a citizen and into somewhere unbeknownst and foreign - but undoubtedly the same setup as her old home. "Speaking" @Zaius <3 |
