I'll show you
what I'm made of
what I'm made of
A HEART FULL OF FIRE
Only just barely here and there's already a shift of power.
Eirene has always been one to stick around and help, however many hands that hold the crown. Her duty is to those in need, though lately she's had to align that duty with her role in the Court as well.
Word had traveled fast about the coronation, and she had been as curious as ever, stepping along the vine woven paths and up broad stairs with bannisters encased in flowers. It's quite a beautiful sight in the flickering glow of lanterns in halls and the soft light of a wandering sun. Eirene has never been to anything quite so . . . extravagant. She's used to a simpler life in the form of caring for others without much thought as to wealth of any sort.
Being in a court was different than the wandering herds of her past, but she's found that she does rather enjoy it. She has her own small garden that she can cultivate the seeds that she finds, delicately growing her herb collection and furthering her use of them, including them in poultices and salves that she's used countless times over for those in need.
Today, there is no bustle or rush of someone in need of some sort of cure to an ailment. There's no tickling grasses at her belly in the meadow she had enjoyed. No, today it's just her, and her curiosity as she wanders among those that cast her curious glances and then move on, such as anyone would when seeing someone new.
If she's lucky, she can find a vendor amongst the dancing and festivities, the soft smiles.
Eirene has always been one to stick around and help, however many hands that hold the crown. Her duty is to those in need, though lately she's had to align that duty with her role in the Court as well.
Word had traveled fast about the coronation, and she had been as curious as ever, stepping along the vine woven paths and up broad stairs with bannisters encased in flowers. It's quite a beautiful sight in the flickering glow of lanterns in halls and the soft light of a wandering sun. Eirene has never been to anything quite so . . . extravagant. She's used to a simpler life in the form of caring for others without much thought as to wealth of any sort.
Being in a court was different than the wandering herds of her past, but she's found that she does rather enjoy it. She has her own small garden that she can cultivate the seeds that she finds, delicately growing her herb collection and furthering her use of them, including them in poultices and salves that she's used countless times over for those in need.
Today, there is no bustle or rush of someone in need of some sort of cure to an ailment. There's no tickling grasses at her belly in the meadow she had enjoyed. No, today it's just her, and her curiosity as she wanders among those that cast her curious glances and then move on, such as anyone would when seeing someone new.
If she's lucky, she can find a vendor amongst the dancing and festivities, the soft smiles.
anyone is welcome !
