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Ava
Curled ears catch the gentle stallion’s sigh and the light head tilts slightly. She was going to get a real answer! It made the girl’s heart race with excitement, like she was somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be, or hearing some giant secret. A child’s idea. The sea blue eyes follow his movement down to the mangled leg. Yet where any other baby would flinch or melt before so gruesome a wound, the girl only stares unmoved, as if she hadn’t understood his point. To be sure she felt bad for the stallion, the breeze at her back even calms slightly in some pity. But the girl had seen many times wounds more fresh and painful. In some deviant fashion perhaps she would have told him so, yet something heavy still pressed the mood. Something about the way he held his leg and spoke of the wound’s makers. They were a proud thing, scars (so she was told by her father). To carry such a scar, to continue to fight on was a sign of strength, a gift so rarely given from the gods. So deep were her father’s words that there rose a confusion at the stallion’s less prideful tones….for it sounded like he may be ashamed? Why would anyone be ashamed to bear such marks?
Her small sphere of knowledge could not connect the stallion’s mood. Could not see that sacrifice was not necessary, and battles were terrifying, horrendous events. So the girl can only tilt her head as she listens, her silence giving perhaps some illusion of inexperience with Gods, and bloodshed. That was another thing with bugged the girl as she listened. She had heard of these…gods, by those who wandered past, and at first believed the speakers to simply be ignorant. To the child it seemed impossible that gods protected, and at first she simply wrote it off as being wrong. Surely they were just lucky in life and didn’t understand as she did (as her father had taught) that gods were vengeful, selfish, and ever hungry.
Did the sea god not demand the strongest of their born for himself in return for their bountiful harvest? Did he not forbid them crossing his oceans on account of his jealous keepings? That did not sound protective or loving. The idea that Gods could be something other than vengeful, jealous, and creatures to fear, simply could not be imagined. She tried to make excuses for her own lack of understanding. Perhaps it was she wasn’t in one of these lands? Her curled ears fall back at trying to understand her world in this roll of knowledge which this stallion presented to matter of factly, like it was nothing but common sense.
There was however, beyond the talk of gods and thieves, one thing the girl did understand perfectly clear, yet it also made her sick. Company, and family. Family…An unbidden drop in her gut sucker punched her lungs, and made the girl quietly hold her breath a moment. Names and images (now beginning to fade) pass through her mind, sweet Virgil, Caspian…..her dear father….Her head turned away to look out the windows at the glorious sunshine filtering through the trees. A hark still listened in, but for a moment she was slightly lost in her own thoughts.
He going on and the girl almost wished he wouldn’t (though it will be seen it was good he did). Her slender frame shifts, and with some sense of absentmindedness (bordering rudeness her father warned in her mind), she moves to a gap in the canvases to look out. Without meaning to (or perhaps he had crueler intentions and meant to), the stallion had called forth to the forefront of her mind just how lonely she was. And how bitter the idea of family bit into her heart. She had a family…..and she missed them. The girl, full of adventure and can do attitude, was, in the end nothing more than a homesick babe.
He kept talking, and it eased her uncomfortable thoughts. The only differences really to be seen was a more calm face, and if he knew her better, her keen stillness. Yet when he begins again from his pause the girl looks back, her decision being made.
And yet, she can not answer right away. Her voice, light, but reserved, holding back, lets it be known. “I see…” It was some diplomatic placeholder. Was this what Virgil kept from her? Some secret….the girl slightly wished she hadn’t asked the question. Not for the sight of the wound, not for the talk of Gods, but only for the reminder that the wilds were dangerous and lonely. So then what was her hesitation? Surely she should be jumping for joy that someone wanted to so easily cure that horrible feeling of sleeping alone in the dark night. Yet, she wasn’t, though she wanted to. Oh but she had friends! She had a family! And to ‘join’ another to go into their open arms felt wrong….for it tempted a word the girl did not know. It tempted betrayal.
So she hesitated, her sea blue eyes sweeping out over the greenway by the stones. Yet some nagging voice comes back to her, he was waiting, very kindly, with a very generous offer, it was rude to keep him waiting. She fights the voice in her head with some whine of a child, but it could not out voice her teaching. The child shook her head, clearing it, and looks back to the old stallion with a gentle, though less light smile. It was more reserved, a smile like his of a dignitary, hiding whatever was inside. “It is a very generous offer dear Kaj.” Her head dips to his in some manner of thanks and acknowledgement. Some regal tuck of a neck, and slightly flare of wings, a movement common to one used to only having to say thank you, and never please. “I would be honored then to visit your home and herd.” Her smile returned more fully, and she stepped forward with a willingness. However, with the term –visit- the girl revealed she still didn’t quite understand what position she was in, yet the term –join- might have chocked in her mouth. Given time to forget again, and it would be easy and painfree to speak her loyalty, but for now, the weight which had kept her silent through his speech still pressed too close.
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OOC:: She joins! Its just a matter of words for her, but as soon as they reach the border she'll be all googly eyed and excited and you shall count her a member. XD
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