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06-11-2014, 10:34 PM
delsolea the static on your arm - it is the catalyst Delsolea wasn’t sure whether she should recoil and stay away from the stallion, or be intrigued by him. The mare, Liit, was one that she felt she had more that she might be able to speak around her. It was just who they both were though, Delsolea saw something of a stallion she once knew, all to her own unhappiness and misery, in this one. Calling himself High, it suited him. Perhaps he was, as Liit spoke to him. Delsolea cocked her head slightly, looking from one horned creature to the other. She was the odd one one, wings at her sides with no horn adorning her head – yet it hardly bothered her.
Instead, she gives a little quiet chuckle, only audible to herself really, at what Liit had to say to him. Then she looks around, “Is that a name or a state of mind?” She says, more of a statement than the question she posed but Delsolea did not mean it as a cruel jest. It was an observation, and he was different. So was Liit, though. Each was odd, and this little meeting in the shelter of a tree during a rainstorm was not something she’d have really seen coming. Delsolea looked around to Liit though, her green eyes fixing on her for a moment. “Well… isn’t this a strange little session,” she throws in, with an odd smile on her lips as she finishes. It was rather though, and despite being awkward, Delsolea found it to be quite interesting at least. |
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