weeping weeds ― angelus
Mar 19, 2013 8:59:51 GMT -6
Post by skibbereenfarms on Mar 19, 2013 8:59:51 GMT -6
[/blockquote]ELEANOR
―the justThe desert was never really a place she would consider to be home, despite having some traceable lineage to the dunes. She always thought her slender frame was more suited for the cooler climates, and while both her parents had lived in warmer areas their entire lives, she always considered herself so much different than they were anyway. Eleanor was more refined, more elegant than the islander and the speed demon. To her they were simply uncultured. She barely considered them proper caretakers anyhow; so young and naïve, unfit to take care of a child. And yet, their offspring turned out rather alright. She still found herself unable to venture into the desert during the day, and so the mare opted for the late afternoon, specifically when the sun began to tickle the horizon.
Eleanor welcomed the night. While it did not frighten her, she did sometimes feel a lack of security, especially when she found herself hopelessly lost in the forest. Every tree tended to look the same as the last, and it was easy for her to lose her way. Here, however, there were no trees to confuse her. She would not be venturing too far into the dunes, but examining the outskirts of the land could be just as exciting. The atmosphere here was different, much unlike the treasures she had discovered the other day at Rivatha. There was a looming sense of loneliness that she wished she could've filled, but it seemed that this was a place of solitude. She would certainly come here in the future should she feel the need to reflect upon something alone.ooc; i wasn't really sure how to start this off, but whatever. things should pick up once angelus comes in.