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06-15-2016, 07:20 AM
K itty
Before you can even get a good look at the gift Kitty's been given, a white mare that it seems even he hadn't noticed before begins to throw some sort of fit. Her mother's spine, she says. You would laugh if Kitty didn't beat you to it. He has as much respect for mares as any, you know that, but the flickering red in his eyes tells you that he isn't sure this game is quite so serious.
"You think that's your mother's spine? Forgive me if I consider it unlikely that this gambler in the woods was ever a friend of your family. Don't you think he has better things to do with his time than dig through your overburdened memories?" Kitty snorts then, and the way that the air puffs out from his nostrils is so perfect that you just want to grab ahold of them. Every word he casts at the mare is like a fight song to you—silently you chant for more. But as foolish as the mare might seem to him, she will never be worth that much time. Silently, he turns back to examine his own assignment. He is, after all, quite a hard and focused worker that way.
Call him cold for his denunciation of the mare's tragedy, call him ignorant for rolling his eyes at one silver colt's show or rebellion, but you know that he's simply being pragmatic. This is a game, after all, so what good is it to try and tug at the heartstrings or break the rules? No, this is a moment for strategy.
His own gift is long and indelicate; not at all fitting for the gorgeous selle on the terra, in your opinion. But Kitty looks over it with care, presses his nose to the bones and inhales every remnant of its scent. There's little left of its life there, but still he can taste the mystery in its air.
When he steps back to get a different look, his broad shoulders rolling, he does not need to take so long. If he were to craft his answer on pure emotion alone it would be easy but stupid, in the end. Now he at least has some evidence.
"You give me the bones of nocturnal prey, game master, and young prey at that. A night-dodger that got caught by its tail when the sun dared to rise too soon and pass by the moon with pure indifference. Given the age I'm sure it had more it could have done in life; given the unfortunate unluck of its death, I imagine it would have lasted much longer in a perma-dark forest like this."
He responds deftly and smartly, just as you expected and hoped. Your hands clap with a tortured glee as you listen to his answer. You pick up on his thoughts, share them in your heart.
As if this gambler could ever track down where he'd hid those other old bones.
No priors.
Seeking:
:: [Magic: Dark x Light | Ability to influence another's actions by prompting them with a specific verbal command.]
[Restrictions up to admin.]
Speaks to @Orithia.
