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As soon as she had made it clear that she wasn't a threat, the stud seemed to visibly relax, working something in his mind only for a moment, before flaring is nostril and declaring his satisfaction with the horns upon his skull. Her ear merely flicked, taking note of his indignation of her comment and storing it away in her mind under the folder that was this male. Soon he was explaining to her that Midas was a pegasus, which she had learned earlier, and that he was a unicorn. This definition was also tucked away in her information chamber, and her eyes were unwavering as he blatantly pointed out that she was neither. Not that she minded, this was true, but was she honestly the odd one out here? Were there more unicorns and pegasuses... pegasi? than simple equines?
She found that rather hard to believe. Soon the smaller figure was closing the gap between the two, working his way to the water and almost lazily placing his hoof upon the shimmery surface. Her head only turned slightly towards him, watching his every movement as he finally introduced himself. Rostislav. Certainly a new and strange name to her. Of course it's not like she could really talk, for her name was just as different than most. He had asked her a question, one she was trying to figure out if it was him interrogating her to make sure she truly was entirely harmless, or him trying to make casual conversation. She would have preferred the former, but knew better than to assume such.
"No," she began, her dark eyes never leaving the man next to her, tail lazily swishing at her hocks as she moved her gaze back to his horns, nostrils flaring momentarily in a brief state of curiosity. It was short-lived, and she moved herself back ground so she was facing the water once more, looking across the stream and into the deeper woods,"I only came here as a means of shelter. Midas was kind enough to offer his home to me in my need, and I am grateful, but not entirely pleased with... community living." She supposed that was the best way she could put it without coming off as entirely rude, she had learned her lesson before with that.
Soon, she found herself looking at his horns again. Oh the questions she had. She of course would never ask, because that would mean being curious and wanting to actually start a conversation, giving him the possible notion that she was interested in kinship. No, it brought too many possibly bad situations if she were to question anything about him. For now she would wait, staring at them nonchalantly every so often, and him too of course, and she would ignore the nagging of her curious mind as it begged to know the inner workings of Unicorns and Pegasuses...si. She would figure out the plural for that eventually.
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[P] Winter Wonderland My Ass (Rostislav)
