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12-20-2016, 10:58 PM
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G L A S G O W
The spotted mare known by Frost Fyre speaks of the magic that surrounds her, and no matter how much the curiosity lied within Glasgow’s mind to look – she refrained. Her gaze stayed plainly on the striped man before them, if not spanning a few ways to the left and the right as to not blatantly stare. And after the Glazier spoke of her home, Frost Fyre filled the silence with her own marriage of words, perhaps far more than Glasgow could even think of when it came to the Edge. She mainly stayed by herself – not interacting with places and things of the Edge. All she knew was the mist – the mist that she used to craft beautiful and breakable glass. When she offered Glasgow a place among the herd, was when the Glazier finally looked over and captured the emerald gaze of the Haruspex. “Thank you.” She admitted quietly, plainly, wanting to tell her that she wanted to take her up on the offer – but that she had business to attend to back home. Yet, she knew that her chances at recruitment for a stranger would be lost if the recruiter was also leaving. However, her gaze, blank and milky, relocated on Valkyrie as he mentioned her name was beautiful. Her ears flickered hesitantly in uncertainty – unsure how anyone could find someone like her beautiful. Yet, her eyes continued to linger on the little bit of the scar along his neck that peeked out. Maybe that was the thing that could be common ground – their differences yet similarities in brutal mutilation. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Valkyrie. And you too, Frost Fyre.” Her voice was quiet, but held up against the silence of Frostfall well. And as Rye spoke of having to make a choice of which herd, her ears flickered forward wavering in curiosity. “The Edge or the Basin would make great choices. Both places are wonderful in their own ways.” She admitted. "Talk." what a strange illusion it is, to suppose that beauty is goodness |
@Frost Fyre <3
