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05-18-2013, 09:17 PM
It took some effort to keep herself from wanting to walk away the longer this sudden encounter continued. The pale mare had a way of catching little flags that may indicate anothers' intentions, mood, or demeanor and whatnot, and more and more the impression of confusion and... uncertainty seemed to take prominence over her thoughts of Africa. It was easy enough to deduce after watching the subtle twitch of the younger mares withers and the ever so slight shuffle of her feet across the earth as she backed away, even if she hardly moved, only shifted.
Was the winged one frightened of her? No, was the disappointing conclusion Ilore came to as she studied the feathered one's gaze once more. If anything it was that odd sort of gaze people get when someone told a joke they didn't quite get and thought you strange for it, crippling your credibly. Perhaps her reference to ghosts and ghasts was mistaken? Was she one of those literal thinkers where everything had to be said as simple as could be or plain as it was? Perhaps those wings weren't as misplaced as Ilore had originally thought. It would explain why she seemed so bird-brained. Obviously Ilore was very much alive and made of flesh as any other despite her bony appearance and in no way believed herself to be supernatural. It was just a habit to associate herself with such things as most others seemed quite vehement on reminding Ilore of her likeness to them, as if that made her a monster. Ilore had just assumed this place was just the same but apparently not - or at least not with this individual.
It did not escape the pale mare's notice how Africa remained free of any outward expression of disgust, fear, or sympathy. Instead their was friendliness and a complete disregard of her appearance. Not even a cringe to be hidden or seen, but rather...amusement, if it was possible. That took some guts...or blind stupidity. Whatever the case, Ilore thought it best to refrain from using anymore loose terms of descriptions or anything....overly complicated lest it lead to more misunderstandings. That would make life easier for the both of them.
Mirroring the movements of t[/b]he young one before her Ilore cocked her head to the side, ignoring the sodden strands of mane that fell and looped over the curve of her face like webs, taking her turn to eye Africa with a suspicious look of her own after hearing a potentially interesting bit of information, but not rolling her eyes first.
" I didn't choose to come here but rain is a pretty good incentive to find somewhere. I have to say though that I've never heard of this.... Helovia, was it? Care to enlighten me?"
Was the winged one frightened of her? No, was the disappointing conclusion Ilore came to as she studied the feathered one's gaze once more. If anything it was that odd sort of gaze people get when someone told a joke they didn't quite get and thought you strange for it, crippling your credibly. Perhaps her reference to ghosts and ghasts was mistaken? Was she one of those literal thinkers where everything had to be said as simple as could be or plain as it was? Perhaps those wings weren't as misplaced as Ilore had originally thought. It would explain why she seemed so bird-brained. Obviously Ilore was very much alive and made of flesh as any other despite her bony appearance and in no way believed herself to be supernatural. It was just a habit to associate herself with such things as most others seemed quite vehement on reminding Ilore of her likeness to them, as if that made her a monster. Ilore had just assumed this place was just the same but apparently not - or at least not with this individual.
It did not escape the pale mare's notice how Africa remained free of any outward expression of disgust, fear, or sympathy. Instead their was friendliness and a complete disregard of her appearance. Not even a cringe to be hidden or seen, but rather...amusement, if it was possible. That took some guts...or blind stupidity. Whatever the case, Ilore thought it best to refrain from using anymore loose terms of descriptions or anything....overly complicated lest it lead to more misunderstandings. That would make life easier for the both of them.
Mirroring the movements of t[/b]he young one before her Ilore cocked her head to the side, ignoring the sodden strands of mane that fell and looped over the curve of her face like webs, taking her turn to eye Africa with a suspicious look of her own after hearing a potentially interesting bit of information, but not rolling her eyes first.
" I didn't choose to come here but rain is a pretty good incentive to find somewhere. I have to say though that I've never heard of this.... Helovia, was it? Care to enlighten me?"
