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03-07-2015, 01:19 AM
et la vie amait la mort
Leaving the trees had been magical, refreshing, a pure renaissance to her life with a new era ahead of her that welcomed all. Blinking, she'd stepped into the warm light and fell to her new beginning. Her face was unknown except for Azaneen, whom she trailed in a leisurable pace. No one knew who she was, and while it would take time to abandon the idea that she was no longer something important, a piece of society that gave status and simply became no one in a short period, she was prepared for the challenge. Making a name for herself from stratch might be liberating with the lack of eyes on her constantly.
She gives way to tired legs and Azaneen's height in the end. Features fade and distort into their pale, translucient mass, hovering the black and gold mare. Conversation is almost dead without complaints from the smaller femme. The choice was smiled upon. Whatever language they spoke here was not french, and while she had spoken out to her traveling companion, they clearly didn't understand her. In due time, she'd begin the hunt of finding someone who did understand her.
Azaneen's halt brings her to stop short, drinking in the landmarks with every sense but taste. All engulfed her and she found herself drowning at first, lost in an endless sea that she'd know in due time. She withdraws to herself when she almost crashes into the glowing mare, throwing herself into the sunlight only for a moment.
Her companion pleads her into the shade to escape the heat, and while she can't feel it burning into her hide, she obliges. It'd be rude to reject the offer.
She tips their scale into life with her shift, checking on the orb afterwards. The attention seems to go to it when she cocks an ear to the mare. Every syllable is so foreign and out of place that she struggles through the translation mentally. Over time, she was sure she'd strengthen the understanding of the language, but until then, it would be a slight struggle.
"It'll be nice to know. With some luck, it might harmless." Her tongue recoils in her mouth at the feeling of the words pouring from her. "Do you think I would be able to learn about this place while we meet who we're meeting?"
Violet eyes glue themselves to the wall. Fancy, yes, she might of enjoyed the architecture back home as something to dress up their lands and add to the show of overall wealth, but what use had they been making of it here? The dismantled state drives her into a state of worry. Whoever was in control might be of a bad condition, and the health of the herd altogether couldn't be well, if she had been greeted with broken walls and a skinny mare.
@[Azaneen]
