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04-07-2014, 07:05 PM
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As she finds herself strolling through particularly thickset woods that crowd against one of the glass walls, conversation oozes through the old trees like the shafts of sunlight with iridescent particles floating in their makeshift halos. Muffled as they are, their gentle manner of speech matching the honeyed afternoon glow that seeps into every nook and crevasse, she can hardly hear a single thing aside from the casual muttering that she finds is leading her course in their direction. Hello... ...help you? You make... for a weary traveler... The infancy of the trot that took her to the forest's edge dwindles into an abrupt stop; here at a sliver of a break between the trees, she mires herself into the cast of a large shadow that falls over the mouth of the opening. From this advantage, she cannot see Fiore, but his scent hits her nostrils and she flares them wildly, committing it to memory, an urge to put a face to the signature strong enough that she considers poking her head out right next to Kahlua. Which she does. In seconds she maneuvers herself next to her queen --the fact of stature that is unbeknownst to her, of course-- and, without touching her side to the splotched black and white fae, peers over the rim of the tattered porthole. A single saffron-yellow eye swivels in place before landing squarely on the stallion, framed by long lashes and a curtain of pale cherry forelock. Aha! "'Allo," she chirps. The warm, faintly spiced scent of the mare next to her is distantly familiar. Perhaps it was on Kaj; more likely there was traces of it everywhere in varying degrees, so its now undiluted presence serves to suppress any fear or uncertainty upon standing so close to what essentially amounts to a stranger. Besides, she radiates peace and joy and all things that make Saphiron want to settle down- how bad could she be? |
