Posted by Amelia on January 20, 2009, 1:53 am, in reply to "[AMELIA] Ancient tiles arranged into mosaic"
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where you will sit and contemplate your day
The mare looks tense, her muscles ripple under her skin as if she's flexing them, ready to bolt. Amelia tries to believe it isn't her that has the mare on edge, and she refuses to believe she is that threatening. Her height is one thing; the way she carries herself should affect the fact that she towers over a fair amount of others. She stands in front of the mare, trying to get a look of contentment on her face, but that is soon overcome by worry, because she's just realizing that she has no idea why she is here. She's been sent here, encouraged to participate so that she can ascend the ranks. Maybe she should work towards improving her confidence? Or knowledge in general? Or conversation skills? She used to be the ideal chatterbox, interested and educated. Now she is close to mute, forced conversation pulled from her by some of the louder horses of Ni.
“I love it here. It's much more calm than the desert. The land remains still here. I enjoy that.” She itches at the spot just behind her shoulder, one that has been bothering her the whole walk here. At the same time her tail flips from side to side, a nervous habit she picked up somewhere between home and here, she thinks. What an inconvenience. She doesn't need her nervousness to show through. “I'm not sure what I want? I'm not actually entirely sure what is accomplished here, although I'm reassured that it appears I'm surrounded by scholars. I was afraid that I would wander into warriors or spies, since no one gave me clear directions on how to get here...” You're rambling, Amelia. Shush.
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