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12-18-2016, 11:07 PM
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G L A S G O W
The scarred mare hardly thought she’d capture anyone’s gaze the way she had when he looked at her. There wasn’t a scrunched nose, a reflection of the sheer disgust most people found with her. There wasn’t a quickly averted gaze to avoid from staring too long. There wasn’t the awkward small talk to try and pretend that the scars weren’t there, though Glasgow often captured their eyes as they drifted toward the scarlet painted upon her face and feet. And somehow, his words seemed to stir a gentle comfort within her old tired bones. “Scars tell a beautiful story my dear.” Well, if she could blush, she would have. If she were anyone else she might have really taken it as a compliment instead of the cold dark opposite. Then, as he was speaking, another creature came into view. A blanketed unicorn with a cerndyr companion. Glasgow dipped her head lightly toward her as she did the same to her. As she asked of being of assistance, Glasgow stayed quiet while the new striped being continued his curiosities of his location. It was then when Glasgow cleared her throat quietly, reminded by the raspness in his voice of her own when she had arrived here after years of not uttering a single word. “Helovia.” She began, ears flickering toward the stranger, pointed and listening. “This land is Helovia. I am Glasgow, a crafter for the World’s Edge. It’s a beautiful place full of mist and allure.” She paused, watching to see what he would think of her words. She tried to let his previous phrase affect her in how she spoke to him – but it did get some extra points in her book. She paused at that moment to allow the blanket mare to speak of her own home, though Glasgow could smell the brisk sharpness of the Basin from her. It sparked a thought in her mind of how much she wished to return to the land, to perhaps live there entirely. But today wasn’t that day – and she could do the best she could for the herd before she eventually would decide on what to do that was in her favor. Though, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t listen extra toward what Frost Fyre might have to say for future reference of the icy tundra. "Talk." what a strange illusion it is, to suppose that beauty is goodness |
@Frost Fyre <33333 mine's not better, but it's somethin. xD
