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Ava
The child hesitates. The scene both at once perfectly familiar and totally foreign. A creature hung low before her, with false smile and strained face. The scent of blood scatter on the air, but was turned away. Though Alysanne’s wound was clearly there, and a tension hung on the girl to be reminded of such smells and sights, this was the naïve innocent child, and she bought in whole heartedly to the false grin. Sea eyes watch though as the mare tucks her wings, a common movement though with strained pauses and face. The girl’s head tilts, watching with a calm curiosity, but no protest or argument rises from her at the mare’s answer. She wondered quietly if this was one of Helovia’s doomed creatures who thought they could fly, or if she had more sense about her.
All her life those who fell at her own blades had done the same. Those low guards, Virgil, and even her brother, had always bitten their lips and hidden their hides. It was for the same reason they so rarely seriously attempted to wound her. They came under the threat of her brother’s, and possible father’s anger if any harm, physical or emotion came to the child. If she ever did take a moment to ask after their groans or cries, it was always shrugged off, or placed as a thing of pride to be wounded. To have your blood flow and stain your coat red is a sign of strength and vitality. Not to mention Ava was the most gullible babe. The painted mare being winged, only added to the illusion of sameness to this scene.
So the fib, however terribly done, she bought into. Regardless of how the strange the possible creation of the wound was in the child’s mind, it was a common place reaction to such, and one that needed no further investigation. The girl made no move to correct, argue, or assist. Instead her tilted head only paused a moment to watch the mare finish her sentence, before straightening, the feathers at her side growing still again. In fact the girl says nothing. If anything congrats were due for proving bravery and strength, but that was silenced by the still vague sense that fighting here was not normal. Well, not her kind of normal.
A few minutes more peace was given as a noise from overhead distracted the child. Curled ears fall back as she looks up to see a bird circling overhead. A small grin finds her face again as she watches for a second. She wondered if this creature who seemed to hang around and watch the two was a companion like the night bird had been. A flick of her tasseled tail rises in hope. Yet this creature didn’t seem so happy or joyful. Where Lucius had spun and trilled, this one only circled and watched.
She was about to call to it, beg it to come down and stay, or at least ask of it its name, when a small voice came from in front of her again. The mare jerks to look to the painted mare. The tension of her trip, and the strange mood of before still showing their signs of not completely letting her go free. “Oh” Again, sorry was not common enough on her tongue to warrant use.
The mare’s soft voice though and gentle smile brought some calm to what was the girl’s over fluttering heart. It reminded her not only of her current situation, but also her manners. Wings shuffle to pull up closely and more neatly, and her curled ear crowned head dips slightly as she begs her favor. “I was wondering, do you know the way out?” Her voice was sweet and gentle as usual, holding no left over concern for the wound. Her sea eyes don’t even glance to the tenderly held wing. “I’ve been wandering for ages and can’t seem to find it. Is that your companion? Maybe it can fly up and tell me?” She spoke too much, the old voices chided her, but there was still that hidden desperation. She loved to speak with this new friend, but she’d love to know more that there was indeed a way out. Still she could always be so easily persuaded into conversation…
OOC:: Don't tempt me. XD
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