
Posted by Amelia on March 1, 2009, 10:36 pm, in reply to "a debt repaid;"
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where you will sit and contemplate your day
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.
The decay (sudden and violent in its happening) of Solira makes Amelia more nervous than she lets us. Ni'Srilan feels like a refugee camp as horses trickle in, seeking solice where they can. Amelia had been preparing to venture to Solira, her task as ambassador. Now she has only Andarin to explore; it is nearly as welcoming. She does not trust the wolves.
Amelia sees the mare and child wander into Ni'Srilan. She watches them from a distance, wondering where they have wandered from. Too many wolves have been roaming into Ni'Srilan for Amelia's liking. She does not just prematurely (or she does not like to think she does), but there is a hunger in their eyes and she does not like it. As the mare gets closer to Amelia, she begins to take steps to meet them. The ranked socialites are lacking at the moment, they've disappeared from the radar of everyone, so she takes it upon herself to greet newcomers. She stops a short distance away, but she can smell their salt, and knows they are from Solira.
"Hello. I am Amelia."
Ni-Srilan
Ambassador
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