I wish I could say I felt confident in where I decided to live—quite frankly I am regretting every decision I have made from the moment I left the shadows—but at this point any complaints or hesitations I have are too far gone to bring up. Maybe it is just the fact Ghost had pointed out my physical appearance and since then I have found myself carrying my head a little too high; in fact, I feel an ache forming at the base of my withers.
Can I be penalized for staring at her a little too much? Is this inappropriate?
She speaks, and I attempt to regain some moisture in my otherwise dry as the deserts mouth and then realize how intricate her question was; talents? If by talents do you mean my ability to shut out the entire world or my skill at coping with the death of loved ones. Either or really, they both seem to highlight my greatest qualities. How about my most prominent trait of struggling socially—that might as well be the cherry on top to a perfect recruit. I half contemplate turning my rear around before I waste even more of her time. Certainly a mare of her qualities (and appearance) must have somewhere better to be with someone a little more suiting. But then I remember that I have never been good at quitting.
“I can manipulate electricity around me to impact others in combat,” even though I am entirely certain fighting isn’t my forte and therefore my trait is out of practice, it is something she should know. At least then, if she ever comes into contact with my easily aggravated “trick”, she will understand to not come within my reach. I feel somewhat useless, having a trait for combat but struggling to inflict pain. While it would be ideal for me to manage peace, I have zero experience in socializing and could probably start a war sooner than end it.
Now I begin to realize it has been awhile since I have last spoken to Ghost, having suddenly bombarded her with this small amount of sorcery I have left to die unused. Like I said—not really good at this entire thing. Especially when a woman of her looks had earlier pointed out my attractiveness. Since then everything I had chosen to say, or do had been questionable and unreasonable. Mother would not be impressed.
“Cannot say I am nosey enough about others. I actually prefer to know no one at all. I have this issue with judging,” it is an honest answer, maybe not one she would like but it is true. I am a hard brittle piece of candy that people tend to toss out before reaching the delicious creamy center. I tend to do the same to others—throw out before really knowing. Maybe it is because I am scared to like them too much and get hurt, a cliché but truth. Or maybe it is because I struggle to look past imperfections I would never choose to make. After all, if I am this hard on myself I might as well be equally as tough on everyone else. “What others choose to do will never effect me anyways. To be nosey about their business would be to toss out my own valuable time. I like to find better things to busy myself with.”
I watch her from a distance, seeing how she contemplates my response. Would I offend her again, or would I spark some curiosity? While I wait, I toss my head in aggravation to remove dark locks that stick to my forehead with sweat. My girth is slightly lathered, though a small amount of wind cools my neck. Along the way my blue eyes set on the scenery, my jaw hard and expression neutral. I had never been an open book, more like a mask that never shifts regardless of every circumstance.
The terrain is certainly a show, an intimidating grand rocky entrance to my new home (awkward), and then a wide show of meadows and cascades. I cannot help but breath in the air this land offers, no longer feeling claustrophobic from the environment of the Threshold. I also cannot help but note Ghost’s sudden formality since I had side stepped around her casual compliment.
“I didn’t pick this place because of your sudden change into professionalism, just so you know” I let my eyes wander to hers momentarily before staring out around the meadow that surrounds us, seeing an out of place tree linger in eye sight. “What do you have for me to do, now that I am here?”
(OOC: still getting the hang of him - giving 1st person a shot while I have time to play around:) xx )
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