Inkheart
JUST LIKE FIRE, BURNING OUT THE WAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
She lies on the outer rim of the ramparts. Healed by the queen of Terrastella since the last herd meeting, her position is one more of comfort than the need to baby an injury. Not everything is perfect of course. She has a scar from the gash she'd obtained, mostly healed but imperfect on her glossy obsidian hide. Her fracture has set and is healing, but not one hundred percent, and the leg as a whole is still stiff. The sun setting in the west casts her in its bright orange and red light, the shadows of her body buried behind her back against the stone wall. Her legs are tucked under her as she remains propped up, but her injured right leg remains out.
She stares out toward the sunset, watching the sun slowly descend toward the horizon. Her mind lazily wanders through a menagerie of thoughts. The healing. The gathering of soil to start growing things in the rain-forsaken desert biome. Becoming the Champion of Wisdom. There's a lot to think about, to plan, but constructive thoughts aren't connecting. The inked mare, self-proclaimed prophetess of Solis, desires to build a shrine to their God. That will take some time and effort. Gathering information will be part of her job as well, knowledge for their realm. The question is.. what should she learn? Plants, customs, religion..? At least she has a head start on the religion aspect.
A sigh slips past her velvet lips. She needs to talk to Maxence, or perhaps his regent or emissary, and learn what his specific goals are regarding her. What does he want from her? Then perhaps she will have a better idea of what sagely wisdom she should pursue. As it is, she only has eyes for Solis. As always.
