There is a gentleness found in iron fists and a cruelty sleeping in soft words
Despite her upbringing in mountains and old growth forests, Cerridwen had always found herself drawn to fields and meadows. There was something easy about them, simple and honest even in the near-darkness of dusk that called to something in the mare; whereas in a sprawling wood, one may stumble upon shadowy corners, menacing and unknowable, even on the brightest of days. This wasn’t to say that the lass cared not for the thriving ecosystems that stretched out within and below the leaves — indeed, the Fae found that which she did not understand to be fascinating.
But fascinating as they were, they did not mean peace.
Strolling amid the prairie with her leonine tail held aloft, the amethyst mare felt almost drowsy, so contenting was the shushing of swaying grass. The stress and tension of travel began to slough off of her lean form, leaving the dregs of worry in her wake. As new as she was to the kingdom of Terrastella, Cerridwen knew that it was proper to present herself to the Sovereign, to offer her services as a healer and begin to contribute. Yet, the moment pale legs had carried her beyond the borders and into a new life, the Fae found herself resistant to the concept of being indoors.
It was a strange sensation; to have ruled a nation cradled entirely in the arms of Spring, to have no need for structures or shelters against such temperate climes, only to find herself a citizen of a far more developed realm. Truly, the femme was amazed by the technology Novus had wielded, and how naturally the concept of advancement despite political lines seemed to come to those who lived in each kingdom. Terrastella’s capitol city alone was a wonder in itself, having a hospital, libraries, storefronts, and a citadel with stones old enough to hold memories of ages past.
In her previous country, such modern societal developments were overwhelmingly rare, and given the growing bounty of information she had been presented with, Cerridwen had begun to suspect that her former subjects were living in the dark. How terribly she wished she could return, could step through that endless borderland and wrest her friends from the so-called gods who had ruled so jealously. The sunset mare ached with it, the desire to fix the wrongs and heal the hurts of a nation divided over so many age-old and petty disputes.
And yet, she had carried herself away from that doomed place, carried herself into a new life, and maybe it would be a mercy to forget.
cerridwen
Despite her upbringing in mountains and old growth forests, Cerridwen had always found herself drawn to fields and meadows. There was something easy about them, simple and honest even in the near-darkness of dusk that called to something in the mare; whereas in a sprawling wood, one may stumble upon shadowy corners, menacing and unknowable, even on the brightest of days. This wasn’t to say that the lass cared not for the thriving ecosystems that stretched out within and below the leaves — indeed, the Fae found that which she did not understand to be fascinating.
But fascinating as they were, they did not mean peace.
Strolling amid the prairie with her leonine tail held aloft, the amethyst mare felt almost drowsy, so contenting was the shushing of swaying grass. The stress and tension of travel began to slough off of her lean form, leaving the dregs of worry in her wake. As new as she was to the kingdom of Terrastella, Cerridwen knew that it was proper to present herself to the Sovereign, to offer her services as a healer and begin to contribute. Yet, the moment pale legs had carried her beyond the borders and into a new life, the Fae found herself resistant to the concept of being indoors.
It was a strange sensation; to have ruled a nation cradled entirely in the arms of Spring, to have no need for structures or shelters against such temperate climes, only to find herself a citizen of a far more developed realm. Truly, the femme was amazed by the technology Novus had wielded, and how naturally the concept of advancement despite political lines seemed to come to those who lived in each kingdom. Terrastella’s capitol city alone was a wonder in itself, having a hospital, libraries, storefronts, and a citadel with stones old enough to hold memories of ages past.
In her previous country, such modern societal developments were overwhelmingly rare, and given the growing bounty of information she had been presented with, Cerridwen had begun to suspect that her former subjects were living in the dark. How terribly she wished she could return, could step through that endless borderland and wrest her friends from the so-called gods who had ruled so jealously. The sunset mare ached with it, the desire to fix the wrongs and heal the hurts of a nation divided over so many age-old and petty disputes.
And yet, she had carried herself away from that doomed place, carried herself into a new life, and maybe it would be a mercy to forget.
cerridwen
"speech"
@Liam sorry if its a bit choppy, i haven’t written her in a few years
