[ What Do You Have To Say? | Ni'Srilan: The Desert ]
Posted by Amelia on March 1, 2009, 8:49 pm, in reply to "amelia ; "
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The desert is changing. Amelia can sense it, feel it when she steps across the hot sands. The sand moves in new ways, moving along the earth like creatures running from a storm. The sky, normally bright and clear, holds glints of darkness. At first she thinks she is seeing things, but eventually she convinces herself that it is truth that she sees. Her heart beats loudly in her chest when she thinks about it. She does not wish to think of it.
She listens to Hypatia. The queen's voice is soothing, and Amelia, though tense, softens with each word that is spoken from Hypatia's lips. Occasionally, Amelia glances over at Kail, watching how he seems ties so tightly to Hypatia. Amelia knows that should she earn the right, she'd love her familiar. She yearns for the day (poor girl, unaware of what awaits her and her possibilities). Yes, drugging is the correct word for the Academy. Sometimes she wishes to stay there forever, simply enjoying the feeling that it brings her; eventually, every time, something draws her away, and in hindsight, she is glad for this pull that brings her back to the desert.
Amelia is speaking with individuals in Andarin, trying to feel out the words of the wolves that make her spine ache. Every time she steps from Ni'Srilan to Andarin, her whole mindset clicks and stirs so that she is a different horse. It bothers her that she changes so much with the simple shift of landscape, but she does not avoid it. She assumes that it is natural, something that everyone does. "I've spoken with Oceantree in Andarin, and I plan to speak to more." For some reason, she does not mention the disappearance of Solira. The decay that consumed the sea bothers her, and she is sure that Hypatia knows this without words. She has seen horses slowly trickle into the desert, their spirits unsure. She will approach them soon; as scholar, she feels a need to welcome, as it seems that most of the socialites are hiding away somewhere. "Is there anyone in particular you wish me to speak to in Andarin? Anyone you think would be helpful to me?"
"Licoris is ... different, that is for sure." Amelia means it kindly, for her liking of the mare has improved since they first met. The rainbow horse had been overwhelming at first, and Amelia, frustrated by her lack of understanding, had been unsure of the mare entirely. But now she thinks they will work well together. "A good kind of different," she specifies.
She can sense something in the queen's tone with her last question, and it makes her take a deep breath before answering. Her sides heave up slowly, filling her lungs with air, and then she slowly exhales. "They seem unsure, to be truthful. They can feel change approaching. They do not like it. But I still sense loyalty to Ni'Srilan." If that is your worry, she wants to add, but doesn't. She doesn't need to.
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