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The girl is clearly surprised by the invitation. She expected no other choice, than to bid her farewell and, hopefully find something to give Lyanna in return for her help. You see the girl wasn’t going to forget that easily, especially from the magic, and how it knitted that skin together in surreal fashion. There had to be something the mare wanted? Needed? Liked?
It was an impossible quest, but perhaps in due time Ru would find something appropriate. Something shiny, something hand crafted, she glanced at the pegasi with her running thoughts. But without the means to communicate the token, it would be a hit or miss. Perhaps that was simply how things ended up being, and Ru would just have to find one way or anther to make up for that fact.
With the prospect of continuing adventure, the mare’s ears perked and those feathers along her head and neck fanned out. And in a light tune chirped happily agreeing with the mare, nodding sternly before a smile crept along her dark lips. Giddy, now that such morbid thoughts passed, she went ahead into the forest from where they went deeper. She imagined how pretty it must have been when the mists rolled through. The way it could enchant the spirits, call upon ghosts – it would have truly felt like the belly of the beast. Without light to shine through, and guide those unaccustomed to the forest, it could have been a maze. Luckily for Ru, Lyanna had weathered the child’s quest for adventure.
Pastel eyes absorbed as much as they could. She even approached a tree to smell the bark, the air – these scents, those who made the World’s Edge the living, breathing body. For the time being she was content with Lyanna at her side. Uncertain whether she could take more greetings, and having to go through introductions – it was all very exhausting, and took far too much time.
An ear shifts towards Lyanna as she begins to speak. Ru hesitates, takes her time pursuing further into the herd land before she casts a glance back. It’s hard to say what travels through her gaze. It is without the yearning she truly feels, and devoid of the hope she usually clung to. It was just too good to be true, to find a home; with family and friends you could trust and depend on. Quietly, the bay dun gives a nod with a low, cooing sound. But whether she would accept such a welcoming proves too far a concept to grasp, to hold, to make it become.
Ru picks up their pace, keeping at a slow and rolling trot, tossing her head to gesture ahead. A curious trilling noise exits her throat. What is beyond the forest? What is beyond the cliffs, and the greenery?
What made a home, a home? Was it something you made, merely a conception interlaced between one interaction and the other? Or did one ever find beings who merely reserved all their love for those who sought it, grasped it, made it that piece of their life they’d defend to the very end? Ru questioned if such things existed. If they could, beyond blood and bone – beyond mother and daughter, or the family you were born of.
It was a myth, a mystery beyond the veil.
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