she was powerful not because she wasn't scared,
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
Ah, a traveler.
"I see," she mused in the space between Willoubghy's words, intrigued by the mare's past. From the soft song of marram grasses in the breeze to frosted evergreen conifers powdered with snow, Maerys had also traveled tremendous distances. "You must've seen a lot," because the equine definitely had. The world was quite astonishing once you clawed your way out of the mire and dysfunction. It was tough to see the world without the haze of discontent, but not impossible, and when the brain was open to the beauty of this reality, it was an invaluable experience.
She alleged she didn't belong to a court yet and Maerys speculated that meant the nomad had plans that extended months into the future. Additionally, Willoughby insisted that she fancied meeting all the diverse personalities Novus had to offer, a sentiment that Maerys could agree with. "Well, shouldst thee ever find thyself necessitating shelter," she commented in her diminutive tone, "Delumine eternally welcomes the respectful guest in."
After a fleeting lapse, Maerys' eyes loiter composedly to the right. Among the verdurous shoots of green endured a little flowering plant that would be valuable to the merchants in other courts. "Watch," she remarked, flicking her skull in the direction of the bloom. "Verbena hastata, more commonly known as Vervain," she remarked as she smoothly moved towards the purple plant.
Reaching down, Maerys clasped the plant in her slender jaw and tore it from the earth before pitching it in Willoughby's direction. "It possesses medicinal attributes, and holds a decent value."
"I see," she mused in the space between Willoubghy's words, intrigued by the mare's past. From the soft song of marram grasses in the breeze to frosted evergreen conifers powdered with snow, Maerys had also traveled tremendous distances. "You must've seen a lot," because the equine definitely had. The world was quite astonishing once you clawed your way out of the mire and dysfunction. It was tough to see the world without the haze of discontent, but not impossible, and when the brain was open to the beauty of this reality, it was an invaluable experience.
She alleged she didn't belong to a court yet and Maerys speculated that meant the nomad had plans that extended months into the future. Additionally, Willoughby insisted that she fancied meeting all the diverse personalities Novus had to offer, a sentiment that Maerys could agree with. "Well, shouldst thee ever find thyself necessitating shelter," she commented in her diminutive tone, "Delumine eternally welcomes the respectful guest in."
After a fleeting lapse, Maerys' eyes loiter composedly to the right. Among the verdurous shoots of green endured a little flowering plant that would be valuable to the merchants in other courts. "Watch," she remarked, flicking her skull in the direction of the bloom. "Verbena hastata, more commonly known as Vervain," she remarked as she smoothly moved towards the purple plant.
Reaching down, Maerys clasped the plant in her slender jaw and tore it from the earth before pitching it in Willoughby's direction. "It possesses medicinal attributes, and holds a decent value."
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