[ P ] in the aftermath

A sparing moment of peaceful quiet...

It wasn't often that Ikrie found herself back in her homelands. The glaring absence of constant sound was almost jarring, if she was one who didn't know anything but. Her blood ran thick with the songs of the Lowlands, however, and to be here again was both exhilarating and... well, depressing. Her heart longed to return to the company of her parents, her siblings. But her duty was in the Mainlands, now that she was officially ranked as a Medic within the prestigious Imperial Army.

It had not been an easy journey. As most stories went, her blood, sweat and tears built the foundation to her success. To have this recognition from the Colonel was everything she had worked for, what she had dedicated the entirely of her three years of life to. And she had achieved that, yet...

Why was there this looming rainy cloud hovering over her?

The Medic sat at the edge of the lake, staring into the depths of her reflection. It was not selfishness or vanity that glazed her features - but instead that of hazy desolation. While she had achieved her dreams, the reality of it all began to set in. That is, the fact that the rest of her life was to be as dedicated as she has been up to this point... and forever more. But this was what she wanted, right?

For a brief, sparing moment of peaceful quiet, Ikrie doubted herself.


Speech


@Caspian

caspian While he liked to think that he was rather suave, a cool head upon his shoulders, he was a fool if he really believed it. He was a powder keg with a match and a tinderbox in his hands. Chaos was his cherished element, adrenaline his drug of choice. For a man that professed love for the soft, still ocean, he sure seemed to stare at a storm's waves. Perhaps that was why he intended to ignore the woman—but found himself unable to when he caught the military's scent upon her fur. "Haven't you all colonzied enough?" Caspian asked dryly as he paused near the mirror lake's edge. Last time he had been here, he had knocked an unsuspecting girl into its belly. His track record was not so good. "Shouldn't it be enough to say that you own the Lowlands, do you need to visit it too?" A dark ear flicked and he slid into the waters before she could bite him—if she was so inclined to do so. Granted, he'd deserve it. A wolf of mild manner might have asked her name, seen how she was, thought to ask if she needed anything. Even a Jacobite of a kinder disposition might have tested this soldier's ethics by gently addressing political topics. Alas, Caspian had the tact of a sea urchin. "speech"

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