Posted by renata on August 18, 2008, 10:45 pm
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name renata
age 4-7
breed crossbreed
color bay
gender female
strength her ability to simply be herself & her intuition
weakness trusts a bit too easily
minor make a friend
major become a healer
harem ni'srilan
class scholar
zen
butangelsnevercry@gmail.com [email]
acitadelalone [<- aim]
icarus_winged@hotmail.com [msn]
[pre-written post by my character on a different site. :] ]
Much like Nicca, Lorelei's return home is focused on one thing before all else: a bath.
She had left the battlegrounds with her head high, skittering and prancing like a colt as she passed Crypt Keeper, then stretching out into a steady run that led through the forest and along the bottom of the coast toward the desert where she belonged. It takes only a few steps for her to adjust to the shifting sands; the steady, cool earth of the rest of Shadow Mountains had thrown her off, but she remembers, and follows her nose to the Oasis.
She doesn't notice Narrator and Nicca at first, until she's chest-deep in the Oasis and can think of something but her single-minded determination to wash the scent of her captor away.
But she does after a moment, and she lifts her head once her sides are wet, her neck and forehead dripping; she calls to her mentor, unaware of any of the events that occured after she was stolen, and she wades her way through the rest of the Oasis (swimming, when necessary) to reach Narrator who's belly seemed to have swollen in a just a few short days.
"Narrator," she says, her voice a mix of respect and admiration tossed in with, so deeply that only the mare who knew her would be able to find it, relief. Arching her neck, she goes to the dun, dripping the whole way (though the sun soon dries her out) and settles herself by Narrator's side.
Now that she felt secure, safer beside the mare on the off-chance Crypt Keeper would come afer her again, she cants her head to regard the little chestnut and the black.
Her posture is suggestive of the rank she'd held before she left, and there is a hint of arrogance to her easy posture.
She'd been captured, and won her freedom; she'd escaped without a scratch.
Certainly that merited some sort of retribution.
So, she pretends as if she has done something magnificent, watching them from unreadable grey eyes, although her manner still obviously defers to Narrator.
Lorelei is no fool.
"I'm Lorelei," she says then, her voice lowering to it's usual candance.
"Who are you?" she asks of both of them, her steel-eyes flicking from one to the other.
Things had changed, indeed.
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