The heart lodged in the back of her throat eases with Skyfall's candid response, quashing her fears in his confidence gaze. His side grazes hers gently, filling it with a strange warmth, one she was unaccostomed to in this new world. A smile flickers like a nervous flame across her features, looking at him from the corner of her eyes with a timid hope. Her first friend, someone to hold very near and dear to her fragile heart. The more she learned of Skyfall, the more she felt in awe of his confidence, his skill, and his large heart. Taking in the small, insignificant girl as a lifelong friend with little more than a brief conversation was unheard of in her former life, but he accepted her without the slightest hesitation.

Eased into a sense of comfort, the girl wondered what she had done to deserve the good graces of such a strong individual.

Her thoughts were shattered, of course, by the arrival of a much more powerful and delightful mare - Hotaru. The nervousness that had been quelled by Skyfall's forward acceptance of her friendship returned; the girl could not dream of being separated from her friend, regardless of his promise before. She wanted him near to her in this home, so filled with magic and wonderment. The transparency of her face revealed her emotions easily to the observer, never being one to lie or hide her feelings easily. The pause after Skyfall's own introduction, along with the introduction of his skillset, felt like an eternity.

The mare speaks, filling the are with sweet music like a spring breeze. The quaking of Zyanya's heart slows listening to Hotaru, wondering just how she came to be Lady of the Basin beside to the grim reaper, Deimos. "Of course!" the excitement bubbling up with ease after Hotaru suggests she show him around, her smile carrying the light of millions of stars. "I would be happy to." The ache of her limbs from the journey from the Threshold forgotten, the spry attitude of a filly fueling her spirit now.

"Thank you, Lady Hotaru," the mare says, shortly after the official acceptance of Skyfall into the herd. Her voice is one that is quieter than the chirpy responses just moments before, as if awed by the grace and power of the mare she spoke to. The joy cannot be subdued for long, as a smile flashes brilliantly toward Skyfall, happy to have a friend to share her home with.

It had been a long while since anyone called Zyanya their friend.
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ooc --  TERRIBLY SORRY FOR SUCH A LONG WAIT I FEEL TERRIBLE. My life absorbed me.

We've made a fool out of love, when all we want is to be enough
when all we want is to feel enough