Liridon



|PRIVATE| it's not so bad alone [valda]

#1
- 10
Played by Sam

She remembers the desert from the stories her grandmother told in the brief time Mina had known her, and the stories her mother had that had been passed on. ‘You are a Donieta by birthright,’ she had said to the twins that day. ‘Never forget that.’ So Mina has not, but why does she tremble there in the sand when she should be sweltering in the heat?

She was never her mother’s favorite, she had always known that. Mina has always been in the shadows of her brothers and sisters, especially Tarian. Darling Tarian, Kalina’s shield, the first born son. There was always a jealous fondness that only siblings can harbor when Mina looked to her eldest brother.

Mina remembers she used to play a game with herself, running around after Tarian, whether he knew she was there or not, and she would try to stand in only the hoof prints he left behind. Now, this was quite the feat for a little thing like Mina, she, after all had inherited her grandmother’s small stature and birdlike bones. It was a game of jumping and of falling as she hopped from one to the next. Who would have guessed she would have followed in Tarian’s steps all the way to Liridon.

They are kindred spirits, in a way, those who are about to meet.
And, in another life, Mina could have ended up like Valda if she had been born and raised on the desert sand.

The wind around her stirs. It is an unnatural air movement, it was caused by the dark little filly with those brown eyes. As it touches against her tail, brushes against her forelock, she wonders what Maren must feel, if there was something peaceful about dissolving into the air, becoming nothing for a time. Being nothing was easy. It was quiet and calm and still as the grave, and so wickedly tempting. If she could just become nothing.

A little more than a yearling, Mina leaves small hoof prints in the sand as she enters the desert. She is…comforted here, in a way, in the dying sun. Maybe it is in her blood, or maybe it is the vastness of the dunes out before her that stretch for miles, that makes her feel insignificant and the sting of death hurt a little less. Mina isn't sure, but she feels more at ease all the same.

It is when the sand begins to get more deep and Mina feels her legs beginning to tire that she finally halts her voyage in the desert, into the lands of the fierce, fierce Donietas she had heard tales of growing up. She breathes heavy with effort, wondering if maybe she sits in the sands long enough, she might become a fierce, fierce Donieta too.


mina; malachi x kalina; twin to maren
been holding my breath and counting to ten
find someone that loves you better than I do



@Valda
#2
Citizen of Donieta - 35
Played by Collie

















Someone new had come to the desert.

At first she thinks it is nothing more than a mirage, surely no one has really wandered as far as her inhospitable amazonian home? But the longer Valda stares at the figure, nothing more than a hazy blur along the horizon, the more she is sure she is not dreaming. There really is someone new in the desert, and for a moment Valda's heart sores.

She draws herself closer golden eyes never leaving the figure. As she closes the distance between the two of them she can see that whoever this stranger is that they are young - very young, Valda wonders if they are even old enough to be away from their family. But she had spent almost an abnormal amount of time by her mother's side, clinging to Aine because she had nothing else. It was far more normal to separate from your parents and to stay with them.

Still Valda can't help but frown as she watches the child struggle to move across the sand, by the looks of it her legs were getting tired. When the child stops, presumably tired of trying to walk through sinking shifting sands, Valda finally decides to approach. "It's quite tiring isn't it? Traversing the sand." Valda says, coming to a stop near the girl and offering her a gentle look.  "Once you've caught your breath I can show you somewhere a little more hospitable to rest, if you'd like." 

V A L D A
the iron princess of the donietas

@Mina
#3
- 10
Played by Sam

How many times had she turned her head upwards to stare with dark, molten chocolate eyes towards her Glam, the little girl of midnight skies, who wouldn't be so for long as the evidence of grey stands out around her eyes, on her muzzle. She had looked to her for guidance and for love, but more for the stories. The stories of the Amazons, a wild group of mares who had dominated Beqanna so long ago. The same stories that she had looked to her mother for, the stories of the Donietas that had been passed onto Kalina from her own mother. It is strange that Mina she have asked for these stories so much, of these brave and strong women. For so often Mina feels like anything but the blood of the Amazons that flow through her veins.

There is a softness to her that the world lacks, a loveliness that is ethereal and impossible to explain. She is the gentle trickle of rain, the soft brush of grass on an ankle, the tender caress of a summer breeze. Something that is both almost imperceptible and necessary.

The world needs such tenderness like it needs the darkness.

Youth has begun to bleed from her bones.

Not entirely—but enough. Enough to lengthen her body. Enough to elongate her limbs and harden the angles of her face as the softness of youth begins to sweep from her cheeks. But she still looks so small, especially as she stands there in the desert, in the dunes, waiting for just about anything to happen, for anything to find her.

And just as fate has always intended, anything finds her.

“Yes,” she says in response to the mare’s question, because she is too tired to be nervous or scared in the presence of a stranger. She does not let those brown eyes peer up quite yet from her hooves buried beneath the sand. “I would like that,” she says, yes, very much, but still those eyes do not move. But something draws her head upwards, her first glance at the woman who has found her. “Are you a mirage?” The question is simple. She had learned the phrase from her mother who had been born on desert sands. She is something worse, something that can be worse at least, she is a stranger, an unknown, unfamiliar to Mina. “You wont hurt me will you?” The question is innocent on her tongue as the dark child watches her with promises to believe whatever happens next, mirage or otherwise.


mina; malachi x kalina; twin to maren
been holding my breath and counting to ten
find someone that loves you better than I do


@Valda
#4
Citizen of Donieta - 35
Played by Collie

















Sometimes she feels like a mirage, a quivering image in the distance, a person with no purpose at all, save to appear to wandering strangers, a brief and small apparition to give them hope and send them on their way. It feels like Valda has lost all purpose, without her mother here the Donietas feel listless and empty, lifeless and unguided. Valda had been in control before, she had led kingdoms from the shadows and from the limelight, but the desert was different from those kingdoms. 


Valda was not worthy of it.


She has sat and watched it shift, silent and unguarded.


"I am not a mirage," Valda replies, lips twisting into a smirk, stirred by the sweet innocence of the girls question. "And I won't hurt you, you have nothing to fear from me". 


Valda waits another few moments, and then content that the child had enough energy to follow her, turns with a flick of her adorned ear and says: "Come," and sets off at a steady pace over the dunes. She picks her path carefully, making sure to avoid the soft sand, choosing the routes with a firmer footing so the girl can move a little easier.


As they travel Valda glances over her shoulder to eye the girl, still growing, but elegantly legged with an beautifully dished face. Like the children from her sires side of the family, Valda thinks. Aine had not initially been bred for the desert, although her mother had come to adapt to the Donietas brilliantly, Valda's father on the other hand had been desert born and bred since back in his great grandfathers day.


"My name is Valda, what is yours?", she asks the child, just as the oasis appeared before them on the horizon.



V A L D A
the iron princess of the donietas

@Mina